Page 119 of My Three Hometown Alphas

What?

“You don’t have what?” I ask.

“The ring,” Miles says on a heavy exhale, then freezes.

“Ring?” I choke out.

“Yeah, the ring,” Owen says. “We want to marry you.”

Oh fuck.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a heart attack or a stroke or maybe even an aneurism from how hard my heart is pounding in my chest. I can feel it everywhere from my fingertips to the inside my skull.

Marry me?

Owen continues. “I was hooked after the first conversation we had. It took less than two hours for me to know you were the one for me. I spent too many years without you, and I don’t ever want to go through that again.”

He motions his finger between both of our chests. “I want this… for all of the days I have left here on Earth.”

And I’m crying again.

“Stop making me cry,” I say, furiously swiping at my cheeks.

“I think I’m the perfect guy for the job, then,” Miles says with a big smile, which makes me laugh through my tears. “I want to wake up with you in my arms as many mornings as possible.”

He rolls his eyes. “I know I have to share you with these two,” he says, nodding in his brothers’ direction.

“Miles,” Will warns.

“I’m just kidding,” Miles says.

I know none of them have a problem with sharing me, least of all Miles.

“Anyway,” Miles continues, dragging out the word, “I want to fold baskets of laundry and pack lunches together. I want to celebrate birthdays and Christmases. I want all the little moments that quietly become the loudest ones in our memories. I want all of it, Avery.”

I swat at his chest, crying harder now. “Dammit,” I rasp out. “You weren’t supposed to make my cry more.”

He takes over, wiping my tears away. “Sorry, gorgeous, but this is one of the few times when I’m going to be okay with making you cry.”

“So, will you?” Will asks. “Marry us?”

“I know we don’t have the ring—” Miles starts, but I cut him off.

“I don’t need a ring. I just need you,” I say, taking a second to look at each of them.

“There is a ring, and it’s going to go on your finger as soon as we get home,” Owen says. I can only half understand him grumbling something about me never taking it off.

“Avery?” Will asks again. He doesn’t say anything other than my name, but I know what he’s asking.

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you… all of you.”

“Thank fuck,” Will whispers. Then his hands are on either side of my face, and he’s kissing me.

Our eyes stay locked in a heated trance, even when we both lean away from one another.

“You’re going to be my wife,” Miles says.

I turn to face him with a growing smile. “And you’re going to be my husband.”