“You got it,” Sacha replied, leaning so Gio could kiss him.
A marriage proposal was the last thing Gio expected, and his heart couldn’t have been happier or fuller. They walked inside, and Gio closed the doors behind them.
“I want to stay down here for a bit,” Sacha said. “I mean, I love our bed, but I’m kinda getting tired of being in it.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Gio helped Sacha sit on the couch. He was going to help Sacha put his feet up, but Sacha pulled Gio down next to him so they could kiss; the dogs lay on the floor nearby. It was perfect.
When Sacha pulled back, he seemed to remember something. “What’s that little box in the fridge?”
“Oh! I almost forgot. Lucky brought it for you. It’s coconut flan.”
Sacha blinked at him. “What?”
“Coconut flan. The one Graciela’s grandmother makes. He brought it to the hospital for when you woke up.”
Sacha’s eyes welled again, and he frowned deeply. “When I’m all healed, remind me to kick his ass. How dare he make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” He shook his head and sighed. “I can’t believe he gave me his precious flan.”
“I know. What a jerk,” Gio teased, earning himself an arched eyebrow.
“Smartass.”
Gio laughed. “I believe it. They love you so much.”
“I know,” Sacha grumbled, wrinkling his nose. “I’ve been giventheflan. There’s no getting rid of them now.”
Gio waved his left hand, his ring finger sporting the new engagement ring. “No getting rid of me now, either.”
“Well, obviously,” Sacha said, his expression deadpan. “I mean, you’re Scrooge McDuck rich. Not scented-toilet-paper rich, but sadly, you can’t have everything.”
Gio blinked at him, then burst into laughter. He loved this man so damned much.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning,Gio made breakfast for Sacha and brought it to him in the living room so he could be comfortable. As soon as they finished eating, Gio got up to put the plates in the dishwasher and get Sacha his antibiotics, when the doorbell rang. Probably more flowers. He checked their security app and the front door camera.
“Uh-oh.”Gio quickly grabbed the pills and a bottle of water.
“Uh-oh? No. No uh-oh,” Sacha said, his eyes going wide. “It can’t be. I’m not ready!”
Gio gave Sacha his pills and placed the bottle of water on the coffee table next to him, then went to the door and opened it to find Fitz, Colton, and Laz on the other side, big smiles on their faces and several tote bags hanging from each arm. Duchess wagged her tail excitedly, and Gio made sure to give her lots of love and pets. When her highness was finished, she trotted inside past Gio. With a chuckle, he turned back to his family and opened his mouth when Fitz let out a shriek that caused Sacha to get up and lope toward them.
“What happened?” Sacha asked, breathless as he held onto his side.
“You proposed,” Fitz squealed, dropping his bags and wrapping his arms around Sacha.
“Damn it, Fitz, I thought you were being murdered or something!”
“Aw, and you came to save me,” Fitz cooed, hanging up his jacket and removing his phone from the pocket. He tapped away at his phone and put it in his back pocket before gently holding Sacha close. Gio did his best not to laugh, but he probably wasn’t very successful because Sacha glared at him.
Colton placed his hand on Fitz’s shoulder. “Love, he looks a little tired. Maybe he should sit down.”
“Oh! You’re right,” Fitz said through a gasp. “Poor baby. Come on. Let’s get you back to the couch.” He wrapped his arm around Sacha’s shoulders and led him toward the living room. Sacha glared at Gio over his shoulder, and Gio spun to face the others.
“Why don’t I help you with those?” He picked up the bags Fitz had put down and closed the door behind the others.
So much for one or two more days.
“Holy cow.” Laz stopped just inside the living room. He blinked at Gio. “You opening a flower shop?”
