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“Don’t worry, Alpha,” he says proudly. “Beau the Builder will handle all your wedding backdrops.”

Fiona adds quickly, “And I’ll help design them! Beau the Builder Construction Services will be your number one go-to!”

“Beau the Builder?” I tease.

Jason snorts. “I dunno if that’s gonna catch on.”

“It will!” Beau insists. “I got business cards made!”

Meemaw hums. “Do they say competent, housebroken, and good with nails?”

“They will,” Beau says, scribbling notes on his phone.

We all laugh.

Jason slides the ring gently onto my finger. The metal warms instantly against my skin. He kisses my hand, then stands, drawing me into his chest.

The gazebo glows with lantern light. The food smells divine.

The garden hums with the soft rustle of night wind.

Our pack, our tiny, mismatched, perfect pack, fills the air with warmth.

“One year down,” Jason murmurs into my hair.

I smile.

“And many, many more to go.”

He kisses me again.

And this time, it tastes like forever.