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She was stunned; it took the beating of her heart to get her to realize this was actually it. She opened her mouth and, for the second time since meeting Donovan and looking into his deep, dreamy eyes, she was speechless.

“I’ve spoken with your father and he has given me permission to take your hand in marriage. Isn’t that right, Levi?”

Levi came out of nowhere, probably from right around the corner. “That’s right.”

Donovan nodded. “I even asked your siblings.”

Finn, Cree, Scots, Irish and her sister-in-law Tiffani stepped out next to Levi. “We agree,” they chorused.

“And I even asked your moms.”

Joan and Vonna appeared. Both ladies were already crying—nodding, but crying just the same.

“So with all this family support, from yours and mine...” Donovan paused for a moment while a group of people she’d only seen on television stepped out of the coffee shop next door. “I am here, on bended knee, asking you to share your life with me. British, will you marry me?”

British was pretty sure she heard New Edition playing somewhere in the background and not just from an MP3 player or CD, but she ignored it and focused on the only thing that mattered—saying yes, which she did, over and over again. Completely forgetting the pain, she dropped to the ground and knelt with him. Both their hands shook as he placed the ring on her finger.

As he placed gentle kisses all over her hands and face. British glanced up and nodded her head at the hanging mistletoe.

“Look, we’re following tradition,” she said, kissing his chin when he tilted his head upward.

Donovan pulled British into a hug and whispered against her ear, “I love you, babe, and I can’t wait to follow more traditions with you while we’re creating the next generation together.”

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