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“Here? In the cemetery?”

“Seemed fitting,” Savannah mumbled, already tilting her head down to the ground to keep on looking. She started back the direction she’d come, but Fallon’s hand on her arm stopped her.

“You were going to ask me? Or you still are?” Fallon’s eyes glittered mischievously.

“I…” Savannah stopped. Her mind ran through a million things at once, but it landed onI don’t need a ring to propose.

She didn’t need a gift to make this right. She just needed words.

“I am asking.” Savannah turned around, facing Fallon and taking her hands. “I’m asking you to marry me. I know we’ve talked about it, and I know that you love me, and I love you, and that we’re basically already doing this marriage thing right now, but I want that final commitment. I want to know that you’ll be with me in life and in death, and I want you to know that I want that for you too.”

Fallon’s lips pulled upward into a huge grin. Her eyes lit up, her body instantly relaxing. She moved in swiftly, covering Savannah’s lips with her own as she dropped the flowers to the ground. She cupped Savannah’s cheeks and kissed her hard.

“Yes.”

Relief flooded Savannah. She’d known what the answer would be, but hearing it put all that extra anxiety to bed. She wasn’t that different from Fallon, needing the extra security and reassurance that a good conversation between them could bring.

“Mom?”

Savannah didn’t want to pull away, not from this moment. It was a brief pause on the world of pain that brought them together, the chaotic first year and a half of their relationship, and the outside forces that put so much stress on them. This was simply them, together, and celebrating that they’d made it, and they would continue to make it from here on out.

“Mom!” Brinley’s voice was insistent.

Pulling away, Savannah clasped Fallon’s hands tightly in her own as she glanced down to find Brinley standing next to both of them, a serious expression on her face.

“What is it, baby?”

“The ring…” Brinley growled and held up her closed hand. She opened it, and there centered on her palm was the diamond ring that Savannah had bought.

“Where did you—”

“You dropped it by the car in the grass.” Brinley shoved the ring in between them, probably not sure who was supposed to take it and do the deed of placing it on Fallon’s finger.

Savannah had probably dropped it when she’d first slipped in the wet grass. Taking the ring quickly, she faced Fallon and slid it onto her finger. It nestled perfectly against her skin, shining brightly even in the overcast and rainy day.

As if on cue, the clouds opened up and the light mist that had been falling for the last hour became a much heavier rain. Brinley ducked down instantly, the cold water hitting her head. Fallon laughed and pulled Brinley into her side, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head before shooing her off to the car. Brinley ran away with delight.

“Figures we’d get wet today,” Fallon said as she moved back in and kissed Savannah again.

“Yeah.” Savannah couldn’t find any more words to say. She was so entranced with the woman in her arms. She had been pretty much from the moment they’d met—her strength, her tenacity, her convictions. Savannah wouldn’t give it up for the world. And she was loving every minute they’d had together so far.

“So we’re getting married, huh?” Fallon asked, taking the flowers and setting them down in front of her mother’s headstone. Then she looped her arm in Savannah’s and immediately started back toward the car.

“Yes, yes we are.”

“Good.” Fallon laced their fingers together. “And I assume since Brin brought me the ring that she knows.”

“God does she. She helped me pick the damn thing out.”

Laughing, Fallon and she walked easily. “Good. Then let’s get married next week.”

“Next week?” Savannah squeaked.

“Yeah. Unless you really want a big wedding again.”

“I’d like Kyla to be there, and the kids. And Monti and Tia if you want.”

Fallon slowed her step, furrowing her brow as she thought. “Yeah, that’d be nice, having some family around.”

“So how about we get married in a month or two, when we can find a date to get everyone together.” Savannah’s stomach was doing that bubbling thing again. She’d figured that Fallon would hold off on the actual marriage part for a while, considering she’d taken months to decide that she wanted an actual relationship with her. But Fallon had never ceased to surprise her. So perhaps this was just another one of those.

Fallon chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to Savannah’s cheek. “That sounds perfect.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Savannah kissed Fallon deeply, not caring that they were going to be soaked head to toe or that the rain was cold against her skin. This was exactly what she wanted—Fallon, Brinley, and her all together as one family. And she was finally going to get it.