Page 127 of Oathbreaker

“You’re serious?” Atlas asks when the girls immediately start hugging both of us.

“About Vegas? Hell, yeah.” I glance at Briar. “A Vegas wedding?”

“I don’t care where—I just want to do it.”

“We can’t do it without Banks,” Aspen says hurriedly. “I mean, he’ll be heartbroken.”

That gives me pause.

Because she’s right—all the guys have to be there.

“All right, hold off on the jet until Banks is back in town.” I slide my arm around Briar. “But we’re engaged!”

“Daddy?” Frankie’s soft voice penetrates that excited laughter and chatter in the kitchen, and I look down to see a somber expression on her little face.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I drop to my haunches so we’re eye level. “Don’t you want Mommy and me to be married?”

“I don’t…what does that mean?” she whispers.

“It means I’m going to love you and your mommy forever and ever and ever. I was going to anyway, but when we get married, it makes us an official family.”

“Oh.” She’s thoughtful and then she wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m glad you’re my daddy.”

She has no idea how much that means to me.

“I’m the luckiest daddy in the world,” I whisper against her hair.

Fuck.

I’m going to cry again.

But that’s okay—because they’re happy tears.

I’ve got everything I ever wanted. And more.

Briar. Frankie. Another baby on the way.

And my brothers. Who’ve also met the women who make their lives whole.

It doesn’t get any better than this. Hell, right now I can’t think of a single adventure or mission better than the one I’m living right now.

This is what makes life worth living. Everything else? It’s just background noise.

“Why are you guys whispering?” Briar asks, dropping down to our level, her eyes searching both of our faces.

“I was just explaining to Frankie what it means that we’re getting married,” I say.

“Can I get a new dress?” Frankie asks her mother.

“Yes, you can.” Briar grins. “All of us girls are getting new dresses. And your uncles are going to wear tuxedos.”

Frankie’s eyes round. “Uncle Atlas only wears those to the stuffy parties,” she stage whispers.

“And weddings,” I say with a laugh.

I get to my feet and scoop her up, holding out a hand to Briar. She takes it and leans into my side.

“So, what’s for dinner?” I ask.