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“Well, we did get married in Vegas,” I teased. “It seemed fitting to gamble a little.”
He laughed. “Well, still. You could have folded and walked away. You didn’t. That means everything to me.”
“I’d never walk away from you.”
His eyes were warm, and he smiled indulgently. “We got married impulsively, though, while drunk, and…I don’t know if either of us would have made that choice if we were sober.” My heart faltered a bit. “You’re everything I could ever want in a husband, Wes. I love you. But I don’t want us to be husbands because we got drunk and crazy one night. Or because our names are on a piece of paper that says we’re married.”
“What do you want, then?” I asked, feeling a thread of uncertainty.
He licked his lips. “I want you to choose the future you want, to go into it with a clear head. Wes, I can’t imagine anyone else by my side as I go through life. So I’m asking, will you marry me…on purpose this time?”
My breath rushed out of me in a relieved laugh. I’d known this question was coming, but I still felt as if I’d just survived a sharp drop on a roller coaster ride. “Fuck yes.”
I was moving before I could think, grabbing Beckett’s arm and tugging him up for a kiss. I didn’t care that our crew was watching. In fact, I was glad. We hadn’t expressly been making any announcements in public, but I was over hiding my feelings for Beckett.
There was a smattering of claps from our very small audience.
“Congrats, you guys,” Logan said.
“Again,” Colt added, sounding a little confused. “Does this mean you’re getting married a second time?”
I pulled back and raised an eyebrow at Beckett, unsure of the answer myself. He smiled sheepishly. “I thought we could have a wedding reception at least. Renew our vows? I thought maybe you’d want to remember…”
He trailed off, as if a little embarrassed, but my heart expanded at how sensitive and insightful Beckett was. As much as I’d committed to him one hundred percent and wanted to continue this marriage, it did feel surreal to know that Beckett was actually my husband. My memories of that night were fragmented, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle scattered across a table that I couldn’t quite put together.
“I’d love that, Beck,” I said as I continued to hold him. “I wish I could remember that night, because I’m sure it was amazing. But this…” I had to speak around the lump forming. “This is perfect. I’d love to celebrate with friends and family. To show everyone what you mean to me.”
Beckett pulled away with a shaky grin. “Do you think I could put the ring on it, then?”
I looked down, remembering belatedly that the ring box served more purpose than a prop to tell me Beck was proposing.
“Right, yeah. Rings. But hey…that’s not the same one from Vegas.”
Beck nodded, lifting the black ring from the box. “This one is silicone.”
Logan snorted. “That’s what he said.”
“How does that even make sense?” Colt asked.
“If you have to ask…” Logan teased, and Colt’s cheeks flushed red.
Beckett rolled his eyes. “Trying to have a romantic moment here.”
“With Wes?” Logan joked. “Good luck with that.”
I pointed a finger his way. “That’s it. Don’t come back after Thanksgiving. You’re fired.”
“Harsh, man,” he said with a laugh because we all knew Logan was a seasonal worker who would be moving on around that time anyway.
“Okay, Beck, you were about to give me a ring?” I held out my hand, fingers spread.
He pushed the silicone ring over my finger. “This one should be safe to wear at work. We still have the Vegas ones if we want to bring them out when we’re off the clock.”
“It’s perfect, Beckett.” I tipped my head forward and murmured, “And if you want me to get you a silicone gift in return, Paula is a phone call away.”
He laughed and shoved me. “Maybe Logan was right about you.”
“What? I’m romantic! I just want to please you in all the ways, Beck. You can’t fault a guy for that.”
