There are still a few butterflies fluttering, right around Gunner. He stays standing, thankfully, but sweeps me into his arms as soon as I’m close enough. He kisses me tenderly, pouring his love into me so it’s tangible and real.
He grins a boyish smile. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.” I nod.
“You want me forever?”
“Forever and a day.” My voice cracks. “I love you so much. Every bit of you.”
“And that’s why I want to marry you, sweets. You’ve seen all my vulnerable pieces, the stupid ones, the jealous bits, and you always love me. You make me a better man. I promise to make your life fun and to remind you how much you’re worth every day.”
“Can I be your wife?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I’m supposed to ask that.”
I don’t care. I’m so close to losing it. He takes my hand and puts a sapphire on my pointer finger. It’s circled in little diamonds and belongs on a queen. He kisses me again, but I end up blubbering.
Especially when I see all my guys are teary too. I sob and hold my hands over my face until Gunner pulls them away.
“We love you, sweets.” He tells me.
“All of us.” Nick agrees. “And we don’t want to change anything that we have.”
“Except the titles.” Holden chuckles.
Roman nods and winks at me. I swallow hard, not that it helps the cotton in my mouth and Roman’s lips turn up. “How does a Paris wedding sound?”
I laugh and pull my guys close. We hug together and then I’m led out of the greenhouse and to our limo as I try to stop my quivering breaths and get my heart to shrink back to a normal size so I don’t throw up from being so emotional. But that’s easier said than done and when I notice that all my men, my amazing fiancés are close to tears, I lose it all over again.
Is this too fast? Probably. But it’s perfect.
Which is exactly what I can look forward to forever.
HOLDEN
The next two weeks are busy but amazing. Sophie doesn’t rush into any wedding planning at all. Instead, she focuses on us. She makes breakfast daily and never lets us leave without a kiss. And shenevertakes off any of the rings.
When I tell her I need to have mine resized so it stays on, she shakes her head, possessive. Which means I have to convince her. After making her come three times in a row and asking nicely, she gives it up for a full twenty-four hours, despite looking at her hand like it’s empty.
“Holden-” She starts to complain while we’re lounging after dinner one day.
“I know.” I kiss her temple. “You’ll have it back tomorrow.”
Just the fact that she wants it so badly despite having three others makes this feel real. I don’t know how it’s going to work. Sister-wives are a thing, but multiple husbands? All doting on her while she loves us entirely. That’s something else entirely.
Roman comes home – late again – and Sophie jumps up to hug him. She rubs his back and I see him go from exhausted and frustrated to awake by the time she lets go. It’s like she’s a battery pack for us, keeping us from becoming the boring executives that come home after overworking and crashing in bed.
She sits on his lap as he joins our movie. But he pauses it and Sophie looks over him with worry etched into every feature. “What is it?”
“Your father.” He murmurs. “I may have called you my fiancée instead of my girlfriend.”
Roman doesn’t normally slip like that. Something is still bugging him.
“Oh no. We never told him.” She pulls Roman’s arms around her, then looks at us. “We should set up dinner and tell him everything. That we’re engaged, that we’re getting married in Paris. That my mom needs to keep her hands off you all entirely.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think she’s capable of that.”
“If she touches you on our wedding day, other guests will think that they can and that’s not allowed.” She argues.