I smack his chest. “Ass. As if.”
With his arm wrapped around my shoulders, he pulls out his phone and FaceTimes someone.
No, not someone, but someones.
“He said yes!” Jett beams at the phone.
Dennis, Mike, Mom, Teddy, Granddad, Grandma, Janelle, Owen, Justin, and Rose are all on the screen, cheering and whistling.
“We never doubted it,” Dennis says.
“Y-y-you nnnneed… t-to come hhhome. We’ll hhhave… a… p-party,” Mom says.
Mike says he’ll bring the grilled meat, Grandma will make sides, and Janelle will make dessert.
“Sounds fun,” I say. The emotions are feeling a little heavy, and it’s taking all my power not to weep like a baby in front of everyone. Jett just fucking asked me to marry him. I’m not sure it’s completely sunk in yet.
When we hang up, I rest my hands on Jett’s hips. “As I watched you run for the first time, in awe of your power and speed, I never dreamed in a million years that we’d be here and now, planning a long future together.”
Jett kisses my forehead. “I’m grateful every fucking second that you forced your way into my life that day at the bar.”
“I’m grateful every day that you stopped calling me Wilson.”
He throws back his head and laughs. “I wonder if I can take a lifetime of horrible dad jokes.”
“Pft, you love it.”
“I really do.”
“Because youloooveme.”
“I really do.”
THE END
