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JJ walked up with a grin on her face. Once again, I’d forgotten that she was even there; she’d grown so quiet.
“I filmed the whole thing. You’re welcome. Now, let me see that behemoth.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me over toward Ransom. “Honey,thisis a ring. I mean, not that we’re there yet. But one day, if we get there, make sure you bring Tyson along to help you.”
“I don’t need Tyson’s help,” Ransom complained. “I’m a big boy. I can pick out a ring all by myself.”
“Honey, I love you, but you can’t even pick out a birthday card by yourself,” JJ said, and we all started laughing because it was true.
Ransom would stare at his options for hours, going back and forth between multiple cards, never knowing which one to choose, until he made himself sick over it. No lie. He had stood in the card aisle at the grocery store for over two hours one time. We knew because some fans had filmed it and put it online.
I kept staring at my hand, thinking it might be gone the next time I looked even though my finger now felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.
“Well, I definitely can’t help with those boxes now,” I said, holding my hand in the air. I didn’t want to do anything to hurt it. The ring, not my finger.
“You girls just sit here and look pretty while we do all the work,” Ransom said before peeling off his shirt.
Not to be outdone, Tyson quickly followed suit and ran over to me. “Keep those eyes on me, fiancée. No ogling the help.”
“I only plan on ogling you, fiancé.”
“Good God. You two are going to make us all sick,” JJ mock complained, but the second the guys were out of sight, she squeezed my hands. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve this. And you deserve that ring.”
“Thank you.”
“I told you I was going to be the maid of honor at your wedding.” She gave me a wink, and I smiled.
“Or that we were going to marry brothers,” I reminded her, and she laughed.
“This scenario is close enough.” She gave a wave to the direction of the garage door, where our men were, and I couldn’t have agreed more.
EPILOGUE
TYSON
TWO YEARS LATER
Iwas standing on the red carpet, my beautiful wife at my side as cameras flashed relentlessly. One hand rested on her stomach while the other held mine tight. She had just started to show. We hadn’t announced it publicly yet, but this would tell the world what they’d been asking the past couple of months.
Yes, my wife was pregnant. And glowing.
“Tyson, Eve! This way! Look over here!”
The line of press screamed our names, shouting directions into the air, hoping that we’d listen and make eye contact with their cameras for the perfect shot.
“Eve, are you pregnant?” one of them asked.
I looked at my wife just in time to see her cheeks blush and her head nod softly.
Clicking sounds and flashes filled the air. I’d gotten used to it, but Eve was still adjusting.
“Can we go inside yet?” she whispered into my ear, and I leaned down to give her a kiss, my hand moving toward her stomach, like it always seemed to do.
That only fueled more pictures and more shouting. She pulled away from me, a grin on her face as she took a step back. I followed her gaze and noticed JJ right behind us. I released Eve’s hand so she could find solace with her best friend as I worked the press line.
“Everything you two do creates a scene.” Ransom appeared at my side, which didn’t calm down the picture taking in the slightest.
“You’re one to talk,” I said before tossing an arm around his shoulders and posing for the cameras.
He’d proposed to JJ not that long ago, and he’d done it very publicly before the start of a Dodgers game, where he was throwing out the first pitch. The press had eaten it up. So had the public. Their every move seemed to be documented online now. His only saving grace was that JJ seemed to handle it well and was unfazed by it all.
