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I quickly checked the number and shrugged. "About seventy thousand and growing."

"What???? Seventy thousand people are going to see our photo. They are going to see me in your t-shirt with no makeup and messy hair."

"You look sexy as fuck."

"Not the point."

I knew she was freaking out because of her ex and how he had trained her to be invisible with him, but that was going to stop now. I refused to let her be invisible with me. I wanted to show her off to the world.

"Is this going to be a problem?" I asked.

She was quiet for a moment, and I could tell she was thinking about it.

"No, it's not a problem. I just…you want the world to know about us?" She questioned, almost as if she couldn't believe it.

"Yes. Without a doubt in my mind. I want everyone to know that you are with me. I want your name to be next to mine. I want people to see us and I want them to know that I am the luckiest guy in the world."

"Okay, well, now you are being ridiculous."

"I'm not. When people look at me, I want them to wonder how the hell I ended up with you because that is what I think every single morning."

She walked over and kissed me, and then pulled back to look at me.

"You are so cheesy."

"I will take that as a compliment."

She laughed as she climbed onto the stool beside mine, and we drank our coffee together while Cooper ate his breakfast. I'd brought over a plate of cut-up fruit when my phone started buzzing with notifications.

"What is going on?" She asked after the tenth notification sound as she took a slice of apple and dipped it into almond butter.

I grabbed my phone and smiled when I saw the string of text messages from the guys.

Jeremy: About damn time you showed her off.

Ashford: Bro, she is way out of your league. Congrats.

Hawthorne: Us boys are celebrating and Briggs liked your post. FUCK ME! BRIGGS LIKED YOUR INSTAGRAM POST!

Aiden: When is the wedding? I call best man.

I chuckled and then turned my phone around so Lillah could see the texts. She read each one of them with her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. "Coach Briggs liked it?"

"Apparently."

"The man who yells at you all the time?"

"That man has many layers." I said.

She grabbed my phone and then opened the post and scrolled through the comments.

"My goodness, the likes are climbing and the hearts are accumulating. It's insane."

"You've got to love public attention."

"This is crazy. I'm an interior designer from Texas. I'm not a public figure."

"Babe, you're my girlfriend, which, like it or not, makes you a public figure."