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So there we were, both on our knees for each other, my offer of forever poised between us the biggest yet easiest promise I would ever make.

“I love you so much, Ben. Of course I’ll marry you. There is literally nothing else I’d rather do.”

“No takebacks,” I warned her.

More tears rolled over her cheeks as she laughed. “No takebacks.”

I pulled her against me, sealing the deal with a kiss and then burying my nose in her hair. “Mine,” I whispered, nuzzling her cheek. “My wife.”

“You can’t call me that yet—”

My growl cut off her words.

“With my ring on your finger, I damn well will call you my wife. Anything else is forbidden.”

“Ben?”

“What?” I asked, surly.

“What happens if someone does something you forbid?”

I blinked. “What?”

“What’s the punishment?”

Well, fuck, why did I have to think of everything? It was a burden to be the handsome and smart one.

She was looking at me all expectantly, and I couldn’t tell her nothing because then she wouldn’t listen when I forbade stuff.

“Bad things,” I intoned, hoping it sounded really dire.

“Bad things?”

I nodded sagely. “Wanna see your rings?”

“Yes!”

When in doubt, distract your girl with diamonds.

“Wait. Did you say rings? As in there’s more than one?”

“I don’t half ass shit, final girl.” I reminded her and held up the velvet box.

Her sharp intake of breath told me I did good.

“You got me a bow?” she whispered, emotion flooding the tone.

Did I get her a bow? *scoffs* She loved that previous bow so much it shone in her eyes whenever she looked at it. And I knew why.

Of course I got her a bow. I just upgraded it.

“Gifts need a bow, sweetheart. Of course I gotta put one around the biggest gift in my whole life.”

Her lower lip stuck out in a pout, then had the audacity to quiver.

I pulled it from the box. “It has a solid white gold band, but you can see there are diamonds lining the bow,” I said, moving it a little so it would glitter against the string lights. It was bigger than the ring I gave her at the hospital. The bow would take up more room on her finger.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, staring but not touching.

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