She wants to fight. I can tell from the fierce stare I’m getting, but she relents and follows me up the stairs to the front door. I reach into my pocket and pull out the key.
She inquisitively looks at me, but I don’t answer her unspoken question yet. I put the key in the door, unlock it, and push the door open.
I hold the door open for her, and she walks inside the large house.
“Wow, this house is beautiful,” Victoria says, looking at the quaint home.
I take her hand and lead her to the back of the house, out the French doors, and out onto the large patio. Twinkle lights hang overhead, already on, and large trees and flowers cover most of the yard.
“It’s so peaceful out here,” she says, standing on the patio, looking out over the large backyard, which has a pool where I plan on fucking her later.
I get down on one knee and pull out the box that I snatched back up after Victoria found it in my pants pocket.
She grins this time, unlike the last time when I took her completely by shock. I wouldn’t change it for anything though. I loved hearing her say yes with my dick inside her.
“Victoria, I love you. I don’t have any family, and I never thought I needed one. Not until you and Logan. Logan has always been a brother to me, but for some reason, I could never make you my sister. That’s because I’m meant to be your husband, not brother. I already think of Sailor as my niece. And Amber as a sister. I want us all to be together to figure out whatever our problems are—together.
“This house is ours if we want it. It’s big enough for us all to share when we are in town. I think, after Amber recovers, it would be good to get her out here to live with Logan and us when we are here. This house is so peaceful and beautiful.
“But, if that’s not what you want, then I will find another solution. Because your family is my family now, and I will do anything for them.
“Now, I’ve already asked you this once, albeit not in the most romantic way.”
I open the box, revealing the large diamond. “Marry me.”
“Yes,” she says behind her laughter. “It’s crazy, but I’ll marry you.”
I put the ring on her finger before grabbing her in my arms and twirling her around.
“You have to promise me some things though if I marry you.”
I laugh, putting her down but not out of my arms. “Of course you have demands in order for you to marry me.” I sigh. “Let’s hear them.”
She thinks for a minute with a goofy smile on her face that I love. I love that she has demands. I love that she doesn’t just say yes without having her own needs met.
“One, we get this house, no matter if my family wants to live here with us part-time or full-time or whatever. I love it.”
“Done.”
“Two, you have to promise me that you will respect my decision if I decide not to have kids. I don’t know what I want right now. I love Sailor, but I already have enough people to take care of in my family. And I love my career. I’m not ready to give it up yet.”
“Done.”
“Three”—she twists her fingers deep into my hair—“you will never stop fighting with me.”
I frown. “You want me to fight and argue with you? Seriously?”
“Yes, fighting with me makes both of us better. It ensures that we will never get bored. It will push us if we have to compete over the same clients in our careers.”
“Or we could work together?”
She laughs. “How well has that been working for us so far?”
“Good point.”
“Promise me?”
“We will have a lifetime of fighting and arguing about everything.”