“That’s just a technicality. You two are as good as married.”
Not quite. “But I had this idea. Maybe you could help me with it.”
Max
“Maybe I should have picked some other time. Somewhere private with just the two of us. I could have gotten some candles and roses and made it all romantic.” I start pacing back and forth in the library.
Everywhere else in the house is filled with family and friends. This event was supposed to celebrate Dash’s adoption, which I had expedited…
But I just can’t wait any longer to ask.
“What do you think Fiona would want?” Dad’s sitting by the fire watching me lose my mind with a smile on his face.
“This. I think. Or that. Maybe I should just toss her over my shoulder, carry her to my cave, and declare her mine.”
“Didn’t you already do that?”
I kind of did. “She didn’t mind that either.”
“And aren’t there flowers, candles, and twinkle lights set up all over the backyard?”
We might have gone a little overboard with that, but Mom and Nonna said it was perfect. “Yeah.”
“Then what exactly are you worried about? Because all I see is a man with his family already set, worrying about a question that’s been answered several times over. Now, the real question that you’re going to be asked a hundred times tonight is when am I getting more grandchildren? You need at least three more quickly because your mother and grandmother don’t share.”
They stole Dash an hour ago and disappeared with him. “We think we’re going to do a mixture of adoption and births.”
“The more, the merrier.”
The library doors burst open, and Everett storms in. “Nonna said to tell you it’s time.”
It’s time. In just a few minutes, my ring is going to be on Fiona’s finger. Then, in a few weeks, we’re going to be married.
“Fiona is in the garden waiting for you.”
This is it. The next first step to our future.
Every time I see this woman, she takes my breath away. But her choice of dress couldn’t be any more perfect. It’s the dress I saw her in the very first time we met for the second time.
Without a worry, I walk up and wrap my arms around her. “Have I told you lately that holding you is my favorite thing in the world to do?”
“Oh, really?”
“Isn’t it yours?”
Fiona spins around so she’s facing me. “It’s close, but I can think of another thing I might like more.”
“Oh, really? And what is that?”
“Kissing you.”
“Good answer.” No, it’s a great answer.
“That’s what I thought.” She tips her head back, leaning in for a kiss.
“We need to do one thing first.”
“Oh, and what is that?”
