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“You like it?”

She nodded.

Slipping the bow around the tip of my finger, I grabbed the second ring out of the box. “I hope you like to stack rings because this one goes with it.”

When she said nothing, I glanced up, finding her already watching me. I smiled. “You know about stacking rings?”

She nodded. “I’m surprised you know about them.”

“Madison told me,” I muttered. Then, “But I picked these out myself. Well, P helped. He’s nosy. I couldn’t leave him home.”

She giggled.

I held up the two-carat round solitaire on a thin white-gold band. “That bow didn’t have enough diamonds in it. You deserve something big and sparkly, and this is your traditional style engagement ring.” I gestured for her hand, and she held it out.

I slipped the solitaire on her finger first, mentally high-fiving myself when it fit perfectly. Next, I slid the bow after it, admiring the way it nestled right up against the solitaire.

“When we get married, we’ll slide a wedding band on there too,” I told her. “I’m gonna fill that whole finger up with diamonds, baby.”

Sniffling, she swiped at her damp face, not tearing her eyes from the glitter. “They’re just… This is more than I ever hoped for.”

“You gotta up your standards, baby.”

“It’s too much, Ben. I don’t need all this—”

I covered her hand with my mouth. “Remember, you don’t want to find out when people do shit I forbid. It’s ugly. Real ugly.”

Laughter danced in her eyes.

“This is what I want to give you. It will make me so happy to see that frosting on your finger. My little cake.”

Her eyes rolled, and she licked my palm.

I wagged my eyebrows. “Kinky.”

“Are you sure?” she said when I pulled back to wipe my palm on my shirt.

“I have never been so sure about anything ever in my whole life.”

“But your parents—”

“Are not an issue. I threw the ball in their court. If they want to be part of our life, they can make the effort.”

“What if they don’t?”

I shrugged. “Long as I have you, that’s all that matters.”

She looked back down at her hand. “I really love it.”

“I really love you. Wifey.”

She smiled. “Can I call you husband?”

I pursed my lips. “Makes me sound old. You should say handsome husband. Sounds better.”

Her eyes rolled, and I caught her hand, bringing it up to kiss the rings I’d put there. “I’m not waiting too long to marry you. How about this summer?”

She made a sound. “That’s only a few months away.”

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