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He blew out a breath. “I got your text right in the middle of my conversation with Davey, and I meant to respond after, but we all went over to your parents’ house.”
“Why did Davey and Sam go with you?”
He shook his head and laughed. “They insisted. Said they wouldn’t miss that conversation for the world. Your parents practically broke out the champagne. Samantha said she would have been offended if she wasn’t so damn happy for us.”
I started imagining the three of them storming into Mom and Dad’s home, demanding to see them and telling them the news. I shook my head and focused on my original point. “Still, you could have sent me a message. You left me hanging all day, and my mind went through a million scenarios. None of them good, Saint. You can’t do that to me.”
“I know.” He wrapped his arm around my lower back. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“It takes two seconds to write me back,” I complained, still forcing the issue because not hearing from him had ruined my whole day.
“You’re right. Let me make it up to you,” he said before moving off the couch and dropping to his knees.
This man always seemed to be on them for me.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
If he wants to worship at my altar, who am I to stop him?I thought to myself as I threw my head back and moaned.
It was going to be a long night, and I was going to relish in every single second of it, knowing full well that it would happen again because this man was finally mine. I thought about the private Christmas list hiding underneath my pillow and smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to tell Saint about it.
After he finished apologizing, of course.
EPILOGUE
CHRISTMAS DINNER
IVY
ONE YEAR LATER
The seven of us, including Saint’s dad, sat around my parents’ dining room table, which was set to perfection for Christmas dinner with holiday-themed place settings, like we did each and every year at this time. It used to just be the six of us. Samantha was the newest addition, but even she’d been making an appearance for two years now. Her and my brother had gotten married three months ago, and I was so excited to have a sister! She had three of her own, but they all lived out of town, and none of them were as fabulous as me. Her words, not mine.
I thought she just liked my hair skills. I came in handy.
I hoped that one day, we’d be able to make this family dinner an even eight adults, but that would mean that Saint’s dad would have to find an actual girlfriend who stuck around for longer than two months. We had little hope for that though, no matter how hard we pushed. Saint had even threatened to put him on the app, and he’d threatened to disown him if he did.
Speaking of the app, there had been a lawsuit with some super rich guy that seemed to drag on forever. Apparently, the man was relentless when it came to companies developing things that he deemed too similar to his own. After months of working every angle he could possibly think of, the case was finally dismissed. He had nothing on Saint and my brother and was forced to walk away empty handed. None of us realized just how much it weighed on our subconscious until it was finally over with. The relief was palpable.
Sam kept placing her hand on her nonexistent belly, but every time she touched it, we all oohed and aahed like she was a magical being who was doing something no one had ever done before.
“Stop,” she whined, shaking her head and moving her hand away.
“We’re just excited,” my dad said with a grin.
Even though he had claimed that all he wanted was a healthy grandchild, we all knew he secretly hoped it would be a little boy. He couldn’t help it.
“And you’re carrying the first grandbaby in there,” my mom said as she wiped at her eyes even though there were no tears falling.
“Oh jeez, Mom. You can’t cry every time you talk about the baby,” I complained. “Plus, she’s going to be my best friend, so you can just step aside.”
“I thought I was your best friend,” Saint interrupted, and I leaned over to press a kiss to his mouth. “You are, sweetie. But she’s going to be my new best girlfriend.”
“I thought I was your best girlfriend.” Cori’s voice rang out from somewhere in the house, and without warning, she was suddenly in the room.
“What are you doing here?”
“Claiming my rightful place as best friend, obviously,” she said with sass, her hair a peach color now, which, of course, flattered her.
