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“I love you more, cowboy,” I whisper, cupping his face. “It’s perfect, and of course she wants to meet you. I can’t wait to tell her everything I know from the last decade. I want her to know how good you are. How good you’ve been to me.”

We’re in our own little world for a second until I hear Madison groan, “Hayden,don’t.Hayden, no. I will leave right now if you don’t sit your butt down.”

I look over just in time to see Hayden glaring at Callum across the fire.

Oh no.

“I PROPOSED HERE FIRST,” he yells.

Callum looks baffled. “What’s your deal?”

“Put the ring on her finger!” Hayden demands.

Callum laughs. “I was going to.”

“Then do it!Put the ring on her finger!”

He slides the ring onto my hand, and the second it settles, Hayden startspower walkingaround the fire pit like he’s storming into a board meeting.

Callum grabs my face and kisses me. “I love you. And I gotta go if I’m gonna be alive for our wedding.”

He takes off running.

Hayden bolts after him.

“WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME?” Callum shouts.

“I PROPOSED HERE!”

“YOU PROPOSED BY THE POND. I PROPOSED BY THE FIRE PIT!”

Their voices trail off into the distance as they vanish into the trees.

Tristan doesn’t even flinch. “It’ll be a good story to tell at their hypothetical kids’ wedding, I suppose.”

And that’s it.

The moment we’ll be laughing about for the next twenty years.

I hope we never stop.

A few months ago, none of this felt possible..

And now… it’s everything to me.

This little messy, dysfunctional group. This found family of ours. We made it through things we don’t talk about out loud. We clawed our way through, and somehow, we ended up here with glitter jokes and bridal boxes and water fights.

I don’t take it for granted. Not even for one minute.