I close the distance between us slowly, heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. And when I finally reach Beau—like he can’t handle not touching me—he bounces forward. He does his best to wipe away my tears, even though they continue to fall, before placing a quick kiss to my lips and rejoining the others.
My voice barely works when I finally manage to speak. “What is all this?”
None of them answers right away.
Instead, they wait as my eyes finally land on what’s in their hands.
Each of them is holding a small green velvet box.
My eyes flick between them, confusion and excitement tangling together in my chest.
And then… Lawson takes a step forward.
“So,” he says quietly, watching me carefully, “about that word?”
A broken sob slips out of me before I can stop it. “What word?” I whisper.
His mouth curves.
Wide.
Certain.
Like he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, how this is about to end.
“Wife.”
THE END
