I almost laugh.
Fuck if I know what that means…
My brain just really likes the comparison.
Declan towers over Cove as they slow dance, and Creed heads to the front of the stage, cupping his ear and pointing out at the audience. They join in, at least the ones who know the song.
It’s hard to play violin and sing. It’s one of those things. They don’t work well together, so I end up sounding breathless as I join in, taking over on Gaga’s portion of the song.
I love the way Cove’s confusion and excitement filter through the bond. That shit will never get old. Knowing all our familiesand friends are in the audience adds an extra emotional layer to what I’m feeling.
My dads helped us come up with our proposal game plan. It’s basically a rite of passage for the men in our family to propose with some sort of musical performance.
Hell, my mom sang the day she asked Love if they wanted to get married and raise a family together. That snowballed into twenty-plus years later, and Ravvi, Declan, and me doing it all over again.
I’m pretty sure Clover isn’t going to say no. We’ve already done the legal side with the pack commitment paperwork.
I want to see our ring on her finger every day and bawl my eyes out when I see her walk down the aisle in a white dress.
Ravvi and I finish out the song, and I circle around, coming to a stop behind Declan. It puts my back to the audience, which is nice. I can pretend they aren’t there if I don’t have to look at them.
Ravvi joins us, standing behind Declan on the other side. As the song fades, Declan hits his knee.
He doesn’t have a microphone, and I like that. The audience doesn’t need to hear every word of our proposal. “Hey, princess. I’ve just gotta say, I love the shit out of you. Wanna put on a fancy dress and make honest men out of the three of us?”
He pops open the ring box.
It’s a four-carat, princess-cut solitaire in white gold. Honestly, that sucker is massive. I probably would have gone a little smaller if it had been up to me, but I want everyone to know we droppedbankon our wife.
Well, if she ever says yes.
“Now is when you say,sure, why the fuck not,” a particularly loud cacophony of voices calls out from the audience.
I laugh, shaking my head.
That’s Lachlan’s favorite phrase.
At least our families have our backs.
Cove nods, glancing between the three of us. “Yeah, let’s do it!” She falls to her knees in front of Declan, and they share a kiss rather than him sticking the ring on her finger.
Riot pops up at my side, and I hand him my violin as Ravvi gives Creed his guitar.
I step over, grab the ring from the box, and shove it on Cove’s finger while she’s still distracted with Declan.
There.
Nowit’s official.
We’re getting married.
Another Three Months Later
“The three of you look quite dapper,” Saint says, fixing my bow tie. He pats my cheek and smiles. “Not at all like you’re about to shit yourselves.” He laughs. “Speaking of shitting yourselves… God, I remember the day you were born. This is making me feel old. You little bastards are good at that.”
I smile, shaking my head. He always makes jokes when he’s emotional.
“Saintly, we need you over here,” Lachlan says, frowning at the mess he made of Ravvi’s tie. “I made it worse.”
