“Sophie, I’ve waited a long time to be able to ask you this. There were years I didn’t think it could ever happen. Will you be my wife?”
Her eyes widened in shock. “Are you teasing me right now?”
“Not at all.” I opened the top of the little box my father had given me earlier, revealing my grandmother’s antique wedding ring.
She put her hands to her mouth.
“Holy shit!” Griffin crowed. “What the hell is happening here?”
Sophie grabbed me around the neck and pushed her face against my cheek. “Of course I will.”
I stood up and lifted her off her feet, while Audrey whooped and May shrieked.
“Holy shit,” Griffin said again. ““You’re making the rest of the men look like assholes now.”
“Oh, shut it,” Zara complained. “The word you’re looking for iscongratulations.”
Their voices barely registered with me, though. I held my girl tightly and fought off misty eyes and a scratchy throat. “I will do everything in my power to be good for you,” I promised.
“I know,” she said, kissing my cheek. “We’ll help each other.”
“You make me feel so lucky,” I told her. It was the truest thing I’d ever said.
“We’rebothlucky,” she insisted. “Let’s plan to stay that way.”
“It’s a deal.”
The
End
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