"Yes," she says. "Yes, I will, Viktor Ashford Kade."
My heart now twisting in my chest, I kiss her, driving into her harder, as she cries and laughs and comes all at once, clenching around me so hard I can barely breathe.
The feeling sends me over the edge, and I come with her name on my lips, burying myself as deep as I can go.
For a long moment after, I hold her there in my arms, loving the feel of her, basking in the simple knowledge that Harper Beaumont-Kade is unabashedly mine.
We lay there, still connected, until after a minute or two, my wife speaks.
"Did that really just happen?" She asks finally.
“What, you mean me proposing while inside you?” I hold her tighter. “Sweetheart, I'm nothing if not efficient."
She laughs, and I feel it everywhere. "Christian and Roman are never going to let you live this down."
"They're never finding out."
"Oh, I'm definitely telling them."
"Harper—"
"What? It's the best proposal story ever. 'How did he propose?' 'Well, funny story?—'"
I kiss her to shut her up, and she melts into it, her hand threading through my hair.
When I finally pull out, she makes a small sound of protest.
"Don't go anywhere," I say.
"Where would I go? I'm naked and newly engaged."
"Again."
"Right. Newly engaged again." She grins. "We really need to stop getting married-slash-engaged in unconventional ways."
"Or we lean into it. Make it our thing."
"Our thing is chaos?"
"Our thing is us." I roll to the side, bringing her with me. "No plans. No perfect moments. Just whenever it feels right."
"I love that," she says softly. "I love you."
"I love you more."
We lie there for a while, and then Harper sits up suddenly.
"The champagne! We were supposed to toast Roman and Calli."
"I think we got distracted."
"Majorly distracted." She climbs out of bed, beautiful and unashamed in her nakedness, and heads for the minibar. "But we should still do it. Early celebration for them, late celebration for us."
She grabs the bottle of champagne and two glasses, but as she's turning back toward the bed, she trips over my discarded jacket.
The champagne goes flying.
All over me.
