“Yeah.”
“Family holidays.”
“Yeah.”
“Lily crying at the wedding and Cupcake possibly attacking the veil.”
“Definitely.”
“Nate giving a toast no one asked for.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Edge threatening you before, during, and after the ceremony.”
“Expected.”
“Regan crying so hard she dehydrates.”
“I’ll bring electrolytes.”
I laughed.
Then the laughter faded into something quieter.
“And the house?” I asked.
His gaze held mine.
“The house waits,” he said. “No pressure. No deadline. No big dramatic move because I put a ring on your finger.”
My heart softened.
“But someday?” I whispered.
His thumb brushed my cheek.
“Someday, if you want it.”
I looked toward the window, where snow blurred the dark glass and the ranch beyond it.
Someday.
The word did not scare me anymore.
Not like it used to.
Maybe because Dylan no longer said it like a trap. Maybe because I had finally learned that choosing a life with someone did not mean losing myself inside it.
I settled back against him.
“Someday,” I said.
His arms tightened around me.
Not too much.
Just enough.
