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“Mrs. Nemitz. Will you stay married to me?” I asked, the ring poised over her finger.

She smiled. “I will.”

“Did you notice the confetti at the bottom?” I asked. “Don’t be mad. I may have been impulsive. I smuggled it out of the house to use as wrapping.”

She reached back for the box, dumping the slips of paper out and picking one up to read it. She looked up from the scraps. “Our prenup?”

I nodded and she laughed. She leaned in and kissed me, and I was lost. Relief coursed through me. Followed swiftly by joy. So much better than socks.

We broke apart and she laughed up at me, making my face hurt again from grinning wide. “I’ve got to text my mom. And Lisa.”

I glanced at the clock. “You’re going to see her in twenty minutes.”

She laughed again. “I don’t care! Plus, my mom will never forgive me if she misses out on major news again. We’re barely out of the doghouse from last time.”

I nodded. She absolutely had a point about Silvia. “Please call your mom first. We don’t need that drama.”

She laughed and got out her phone, posing her hand with my larger one to snap a picture. I leaned in to kiss her and she squealed. “Enough.”

“I can never get enough.”

Truer words. Our doorbell rang and I looked again at the clock with a groan. “They’re early.”

Melena glanced up from her phone. “Will you let everyone in? I still need to text my mom a picture of my ring, then I can help you in the kitchen.”

I let a mock shudder loose. “Please. Don’t. If you’ll keep the beverages flowing for our guests, that’s kitchen help enough for me.”

I moved to welcome Chase and Tamra. Behind me, Melena laughed and showed me a picture her family had sent in response to hers. Her brothers and dad were clustered around a wall calendar, all pointing at circled dates. Her mom’s caption said it all.

Mom: About time. For the record, I won.

The End