Straight away, my gaze latches onto their little outfits, both in white rompers; Tatum’s reads “Marry” in blue, and Avery’s reads “Me” in pink.
My breath hitches, and I turn my teary gaze away from the twins to compose myself, only to witness Mase lowering to his knees, his eyes shimmering much like my own.
“You’re my world, holding my world, Summer Campbell. I promise to love you for an eternity. I promise to keep your heart safe in this life and the next. I love you, sweet girl. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
This man, the very same who declared he would never marry again, is on bended knee, promising me the world without realizing he already has it.
He holds the ring out from his necklace, his mom’s ring, and my eyes sting at the significance behind it.
“Yes,” I rasp, and emotion clogs my throat.
His hand wraps around my neck, and he pulls me in for a kiss.
A promise of our new beginning.
