I made them for the men who loved them enough to patch them.
Mine always felt empty.
Tank opens the cut, and I spin around immediately so I can slide my arms inside.
“I didn’t add that property patch,” I say when I turn back around.
The heat in his eyes makes my stomach flip.
I turn around again so he can see the back.
So he can see exactly who I belong to.
“Riley did that for me,” he admits. “I bought the patches somewhere else… sorry, baby. I just couldn’t risk you finding out. Then I asked Riley to figure out how to attach them.”
“Wasn’t that hard,” Riley says proudly.
It isn’t.
These patches just need to be ironed on.
I’ll probably stitch around them later for durability like I do with all my cuts.
But right now?
It’s perfect.
Turning back around, I throw myself into Tank’s arms.
“I love it,” I whisper. “Also… you’re sneaky.”
Chuckling, he kisses the top of my head.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” I admit softly as the rest of the compound buzzes around us.
“Soon, baby,” he says. “We’re not waiting months, right?”
“One month,” I say confidently. “I already have our wedding planned.”
That makes Tank and Spike laugh.
Must be an inside joke.
“One month,” Tank agrees. “Now kiss me… and get back to making my s’more.”
Oh, that little…
Instead of kissing him, I grab the fallen marshmallow from earlier and throw it at his head.
He catches it…and eats it.
“I hope those two puppies peed exactly where that landed,” I say sweetly.
Tank grimaces.
Which makes me laugh.
“Hey, Abby,” Patch says suddenly. “Do you like to read?”
