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She lets out an audible breath of relief when I kiss her forehead softly. Then she wraps her arms around me. The two of us just stand there in the privacy of our bedroom, holding each other.

“We're getting married tomorrow,” I announce after several seconds have passed.

“We're doing what now?” Daniella asks, staring at me like I’ve gone crazy.

“I’m serious,tesoro. If I don’t tie you down now, you’ll run from me again.”

Her gaze softens. “I wasn’t trying to run.”

“It felt like you were. And the thought of losing you puts me in so much pain, I wouldn’t survive if it actually happened. So I think we should get married.”

“First, you didn’t propose to me in the conventional way and now you’re trying to convince me to have a shotgun wedding.”

I smile. “About your proposal.” Her eyes widen when I get down on one knee and remove a velvet box from my jacket. “I got this from Mom a few months ago. She said she had rings made for all three of her sons to give to the women they loved. This is for you, baby.”

Daniella gasps when I open the box. “It’s beautiful.”

“Will you marry me, Daniella Brienne Evans?”

She’s already crying. “If I say yes, you’ll have to cancel that wedding tomorrow.”

“Done,” I grin.

She sighs happily. “Then yes. Let’s do it. I think it’s crazy, but yes, Christian.” Her eyes meet mine, fierce and bright. “Yes to forever with you.”

She slides the ring on her hand off and I replace it before standing and kissing her deeply.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you too.”

“What will we call him?” I ask, placing a hand on her stomach.

“I already chose his middle name,” Daniella confesses. “You get to pick the first.”

“I can live with that. What's his name?”

“Carman. Like your dad.”

I grin. She has no idea how grateful I am for that. I know she has reservations about the way my father raised me, but I’m glad she also sees that I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for him.

“We'll name him after you,” I say. “Daniel Carman D’Angelo.”

“That sounds perfect,” Daniella breathes. She kisses me again, slowly this time—because we have all the time in the world.

It honestly feels like every breath I’ve ever taken has been leading up to this moment.

"Daniella looks at me and smiles, “I can't believe I'm marrying the Don of fury.” I smile as I gently grab her chin and begin to kiss my future wife."

THE END

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