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“Then say the vows, Declan,” she tells him with her eyes locked on mine.

“Do you, Caitlin Beneventi, promise to love, honor, and cherish Callen, even during football season?”

She flutters her long lashes, excitement rolling off her in waves. “I promise.”

“Callen, do you promise to love, honor, and cherish Caitlin, even when she makes you go on a cookie run in the middle of the night?”

I silently laugh at that last part I have no doubt Cait snuck in at the last possible minute. “I promise.”

Declan starts to give his proclamation of the marriage, but my girl doesn’t wait for it. She steps into me, and I gather her face in my hands as our mouths meet. In the back of my head, I hear Declan say, “husband and wife,” but it doesn’t matter. No piece of paper changes that this woman is mine.

And moments later, when Amelia hands me Anastasia, and I hold my girls in my arms as the photographer poses us in front of the lake, I smile, without a doubt in my mind that I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.

Caitlin tips her chin up to me and kisses my jaw, then Anastasia’s head. “I love you, Callen.”

“I will always choose you, Caitlin. In every life. In every way. I will choose you to love. I promise.”

The End