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“We aren't,” Micah says.

“I know. But now that there will probably be two legal marriages inside one family, we should stop pretending verbal agreements are enough.”

Ronan nods. “Exactly.”

I look around the room.

At my fiancé.

My girlfriend.

Her husband.

Ronan in his fucking Owl costume.

Something about the whole thing is so ridiculous that it circles back around to profound.

I lift my hand again. “Okay. Proposal today. Lawyer later.”

“Correct,” Ronan says.

“Party tonight.”

Cami points at me. “Only after I photograph that ring from seventeen angles.”

“Obviously.”

Griffin looks at the clock. “We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago.”

Nobody moves.

He sighs. “Why do I bother?”

“Because you love us,” Cami says.

He looks at her.

Then all of us.

“Unfortunately.”

“Aw.”

“Shoes. Now.”

Everyone starts moving at once.

Cami runs back upstairs for her phone.

Ronan returns for his mug.

Griffin starts collecting things nobody asked him to collect.

Micah stays.

I stay too.

For a few seconds, the moment is ours again.