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“Are you sure?” Ramsey asks.
“Positive,” Jordyn and I reply at the same time.
“Okay, well, our place then? She’ll be ready for a bath and bed, so it should be easy. She’s worn out after a day of being passed around and playing with her cousins.”
“We’ll leave when you do,” I tell Ramsey. I pull her out of her husband’s arms and into mine. “Thank you for everything.”
“Love harder,” she whispers.
“Every damn day.”
“You want me to take her?” I ask Jordyn. We’re downstairs at Deacon and Ramsey’s, sitting on the couch. Brynlee is asleep on Jordyn’s shoulder. After Jordyn helped Ramsey with her bath, she fed her a bottle while Deacon and Ramsey slipped out. She fell right to sleep, and Jordyn has been holding her ever since.
“No. She’s fine.”
“She won’t wake up if we put her in her bed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not worried about waking her up. I just like to snuggle her.”
“We need one.” The words are out before I can think better of them, but I’m not taking them back.
“How many?”
I shrug. “As many as you want.”
“Don’t you think we should be married first?”
“Then marry me.”
Her mouth falls open. “Ryder Kincaid, I know that was not your marriage proposal.”
“No, but it’s coming.” I wink, and her cheeks flush a slight shade of pink. “Next weekend you move in, engaged by Christmas, and married by what? Valentine’s Day?”
“That’s pretty fast.” Her smile and the tone of her voice tell me she’s not the least bit worried about how fast it is and saying what she thinks she needs to say.
“I’ve loved you for a lifetime. It’s fast, but we spent two years apart, and the love we share only grew even when we both thought there was no hope. I don’t want anyone but you.”
“You’re it for me too.”
“Great, so move in next week, get engaged by Thanksgiving, and get married by the New Year.”
“Ryder.” She grins, and that sound reminds me that the old Jordyn is back. The one who smiles and laughs, and just wants to live and love life.
My Jordyn.
“What?” I play innocent.
“That’s not what you said the first time.”
“Right.” I nod. “So engaged by Veteran’s Day, married by Christmas.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me, take my name, have my babies, make me the happiest man on earth.”
She’s quiet as she smiles down at a sleeping Brynlee in her arms. When she lifts her head and locks her gaze with mine, and whispers, “Yes,” my breath stalls in my lungs.
“Jordyn.”
“I want to take your name. I want to be a part of your family. I want to have your babies. I want nights just like this. Snuggling on the couch, birthday parties. And I want to make you happy. Not because I feel obligated to but because you are the greatest man I’ve ever known. You loved me when there was little hope. You fought for us and kept that love alive. When being together felt impossible, you never gave up. I love you, Ryder Kincaid, and it would be my absolute honor to be your wife, take your name, have your babies, and live happily ever after with you.”
Leaning over, I kiss her softly. “I love you.” I kiss her nose. “I love you.” I rain kisses all over her face, telling her I love her in between each one. This woman is my future. She’s my everything. This wasn’t the plan. Hell, I didn’t know the words were going to come out of my mouth, but I don’t regret them. It felt right. This is our moment, and you can bet your ass I’m taking her yesses and promises to heart.
We’re getting married!
“How about we put her to bed so I can kiss you like I want to?” Translation, I want to fucking devour her.
She said yes.
To all of it.
Holy shit!
“We can’t get caught making out on your cousin's couch.”
“Oh, but we can. You can bet your sweet ass Deacon would do the same. Jordyn, you just agreed to be my wife. That deserves some kissing. Some fondling, and at least five orgasms.”
“Shh, not in front of the baby.”
“She’s sleeping.” I grin at her.
“Fine, we’ll put her to bed, but just kissing. Everything else is just going to have to wait until we get home.”
Home.
“Deal.”
Standing from the couch, I carefully lift Brynlee into my arms and carry her upstairs to her room. We’ve barely gotten her bedroom door shut when the front door opens. With Jordyn’s hand wrapped around mine and the baby monitor in the other, we head downstairs.
“That was not a night out,” I tell them.
“This one decided grocery shopping was what she wanted to do.” Deacon acts irritated, but I know damn good and well he’d do anything for his wife.
“I’ll help you unload.” I hand Jordyn the baby monitor, drop a kiss to her lips, and get to work helping Deacon carry in everything from the car.
