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“Of course,” I snap. “Like a million times.”
“You’ve stood before her and said the words will you marry me?” he challenges. “Or have you grunted commands at her? Told her she was yours like a caveman?”
“She is mine,” I hiss.
“Sorry. I have no idea what I’m talking about,” Legacy says, holding his hands up, the black band on his left hand a slap in the face.
“Some women like to be told instead of asked,” Bishop adds.
“Yes,” Legacy says. “But if Mila hasn’t agreed then it’s clear she isn’t that type.”
“Have you considered a grand gesture?” Boomer interjects.
“You’re going to give me shit about women?” I ask.
Boomer’s smile is wide. “I don’t know much about women, that’s true, but I know a lot about creating the perfect moment that gets a yes.”
The man holds up his hand, a band similar to Legacy’s on his left hand.
“No shit!” Ugly yells. “Drake said yes?”
Boomer nods, his grin wide enough to span the room.
“That’s great, man,” I tell him genuinely.
I’m still working toward the final stages of my happily ever after, but I’d never begrudge anyone else getting theirs.
“When’s the wedding?”
Boomer shakes his head. “I think we’re just going to go before a magistrate or something. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.”
“Nope,” Oracle snaps. “That’s old life fundamental shit coming out of your mouth.”
“Love is meant to be celebrated,” Tug adds.
“Neither Drake nor I are the plan a wedding type,” he argues.
“Then you hand that shit over to Em, Misty, and Khloe. They’ll go hog wild, and it’ll be the best damn party,” Bishop suggests.
“Maybe,” Boomer says, lifting his beer to his lips.
“Stormy,” Tug says. “I have an idea for your grand gesture.”
I look to the man, willing to take any help anyone offers. I’m one more declined offer away from hog-tying Mila and forcing her before an officiant.
Chapter 38
Mila
“She’s struggling,” I tell Vincent as we watch Sutton try to pull an apple out of the tub of water with the tongs she’s been provided.
“It’s harder than it looks,” he says before crouching down behind her and guiding her hand. “They require more grip than what she has.”
Our little girl squeals in delight as the apple is pulled from the water with her daddy’s help.
“More!” Sutton yells, letting the apple fall to the ground.
We’ve been in the full swing of fall festivities all day, and exhaustion is beginning to set in. The corn maze was a blast. The kids had a great time weaving in and out of the turns created. Sutton, on the other hand, just barreled right through the walls created by the plant growth, no doubt thinking it was a waste of time to do the twists and turns when you can get to the prizes in the middle by just walking straight ahead.
