Page 113 of Finding Gideon

“I want to fight about which one of us forgot to feed the goats. I want to laugh when Dennis chews through yet another charger cable. I want to love you and be loved by you. Every version of you. Always.”

I swallowed hard, nerves rising up like a wave—and then falling away just as fast because he was still watching me with that same soft wonder I’d seen in him the first night he let me into his heart.

“So,” I said. “Will you marry me?”

He blinked once. Then again. Then grinned.

And said, “Of course I will, you idiot.”

We kissed again, both of us laughing into it.

And that’s exactly when Dennis barreled through the half-open door, yowling like he’d been personally wronged by the lack of dog treats in the room.

Gideon pulled back, eyes gleaming. “Guess he wants to be the ring bearer.”

“God help us.”