Page 741 of End Game

Cami makes a small, broken sound behind us.

“You're an idiot,” I tell him.

“Your idiot.”

Then he slides the ring onto my finger.

The black band settles against my skin, hiding the words inside.

I know they're there anyway.

I pick up the narrow band we had made for him. He refused to replace the engagement ring I designed, so we found something thin enough to sit against it without competing with it.

I slide it onto his finger.

He immediately looks down at the two rings together, and the smile on his face changes into something quieter.

Cami draws in another breath.

“By the authority granted to me by the state of Colorado and an alarming amount of confidence from an online ordination website, I now pronounce you husbands.”

Dex is already moving before she finishes.

His hand closes around the back of my neck, and his mouth finds mine while the room erupts around us.

For a few seconds, I don't hear much beyond him—the small laugh that slips into the kiss, the pressure of his thumb behind my ear, the uneven breath we share when neither of us seems interested in pulling away.

When we finally do, his forehead rests against mine. “My husband.”

The words settle somewhere deep.

“My husband.”

His smile is ridiculous.

I hope mine is too.

Hannah and Abigail find us before the reception gets fully underway.

For a second, the three of us just stand there.

Then Hannah hugs me hard enough that I have to catch my balance.

“I wasn't missing this.”

My arms close around her automatically.

When she steps back, her eyes are wet.

“You're still my family, Micah. Whatever anybody else thinks, you're still family to me.”

The words hit differently than I expect.

They don't erase anything, and they aren't supposed to. They simply give me something else to hold beside everything I lost.

“Thank you.”

Abigail hugs me next, quieter and faster.