I look at Decker. I love his blush. “You asked her?”
“Pen, I’m still waiting over here,” Decker says, holding the ring between his two fingers.
“Yes, of course.” I hold out my hand, and he slides the ring on my finger.
Hazel plops down on my lap, holding her hand over mine, my diamond and her flower shining under the sunlight pouring through the windows.
“We match,” she says.
“We match,” I say.
Then she throws herself at Decker, and he catches her the way he always does, and I can’t hold back the tears.
“Can we call Monroe?” Hazel asks into his shoulder.
“After breakfast,” I say.
“Can we call Grandpa?”
“After breakfast,” Decker says.
“Can we?—”
“Hazel. After breakfast.”
She sighs dramatically and disentangles herself, climbing off the bed. “Eat fast. I have a lot of people to call.”
She leaves. We listen to her footsteps down the hall and her door closing.
Decker slides into bed next to me. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
I lean into him, and he puts his arm around me, and we lie in the morning light of a house that needs painting and probably an entire gut job.
None of that matters because the one thing we have an abundance of in this house is love.
It might have taken decades, but we got here, and that’s what matters.
Chapter
Fifty-Six
@deckerDavis43
[image: three hands stacked. A man’s hand on the bottom, a woman’s hand in the middle, a small child’s hand on top. Three rings. A plain band on his. A round solitaire on hers. A small flower ring on the littlest hand.]
Chicago, IL
Took me too long.
@peneloperipley
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