His warm fingers trail up my chest. “This is pretty special. I’m alive, and you’re alive, and I’m wrapped up in your arms. How much more special does it need to be?”
Well, that’s a fair fucking point, I guess. I drag him back to me, rolling him onto his back and leaning over him and pressing my lips to his. He smiles into the kiss, and I find myself smiling too.
I pull back just enough to see his eyes. “Theo,” I whisper, my stomach flipping. “Will you marry me?”
His eyes go glassy. “Yes.”
This is not at all how I planned for this day to go, but I’m not complaining one fucking bit. Never. I kiss him again, trying to infuse all the love I have for him into it.
He breaks the kiss with a laugh, and before I know it, I’m laughing too. And then we’re kissing again.
Laughing and kissing, our joy and happiness exploding between our connected lips as it hits us—or at least me—that I’ll get to do this for the rest of my life.
“I’m so glad I came here, Hunter. I’m so glad I found you.”
My throat tightens to the point of pain. Brushing my lips over his, I smile. “I’m so glad I found you too, sweetheart.”
Epilogue
Theo—1.5 years later
Ipushopenthefront door at Austin and Luca’s house, walking in with Hunter behind me. “Luca, we’re here!”
“I’ll be right out!” he calls from behind the closed bedroom door. “Make yourself at home.”
We sit down on the couch, and Hunter rests his hand on my thigh. My fingers instantly settle on his wedding band, and I twist it around his finger. I worried for a while that this annoyed him. He never seemed to mind when I ran my fingers over his or his palm, but I know this is different.
I asked once if it did. He gave me the most indulgent smile, kissed my forehead, and told me to twist away. Anytime we’re sitting together like this, he offers me his hand. No matter where we are. It doesn’t matter if we’re out with friends or if we’re having a quiet moment on the couch together.
The door opens, and Luca walks into the living room, holding something behind his back. “Okay, I have a gift for you, and you can’t freak out.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I think I’ll wait to decide if I’m gonna freak out until I see what it is.”
Luca sits down beside me, and Austin walks out of the bedroom, taking the recliner next to the couch. “Damn, baby, couldn’t even wait for me?”
Luca scoffs. “I haven’t even given it to him yet. Iwaswaiting.”
“How are you guys doing?” Austin asks.
“Can’t complain,” Hunter says, shifting beside me. “It’s about to be calving season, so it’s busy.”
“It really is. Exhausting too,” I add.
“Which reminds me,” Luca says, turning to face me. “How are you adjusting to the new meds?”
I give a so-so motion with my hand. “Better, I think.”
I was terrified when I had a pretty significant dip in my mental health two months ago, but my support system rallied around me. I talked to Charlotte, and with the help of a new medication my psychiatrist prescribed and some extra therapy, things are looking up.
“Good,” Luca says with a grin. Pulling his hands from behind his back, he holds a small box in his lap. “Okay, so like I said, you can’t freak out.”
I smile back. “And like I said, I’ll wait until I see what it is.”
Groaning, Luca hands me the package.
I peel the paper back. “I wanted you to see it before it hit the shelves.”
Pulling his new book out of the box, I smile. “I’m so damn proud of you.”
