“Peyton Longmire, do you want this life of madness and mayhem? Do you want a husband who can be miserable, but will cheer up in a second when he sees ya smile?”
“You want us to…Raze, I just thought you’d bought me something pretty. I didn’t expect you to wanna–”
“Marry me,” I interrupt her, “You made me see this place as a hope for the future, not an obligation. I want to make this our home even if it means I have to build a bigger hut and let you keep that damn bird.”
“I was always gonna be keeping the bird,” she tells me as her grin gets wider, “But yes.” She looks down at her hand. “I would love to marry you.”
I stare at her wondering if I heard her right. She’s so young and the world out there is so big. It would break my heart but I’d understand if she wanted to wait.
“What are you waiting for? Put the ring on my finger.” She bounces excitedly as happy tears fill her eyes and when everyone around us starts clapping and cheering I realize we’ve built up an audience.
I do as I’m told, sliding the ring onto her finger and kissing her.
“This calls for a drink.” Wrath slams his hand on the bar looking pleased for us both, and I lift my girl up in my arms and carry her across the floor so we can join him.
“Congratulations.” Polly manages a smile and Wrath pats me hard on the back
“Good job, Prez.” He winks, as he hands me a whiskey shot and takes one for himself, we’re about to clang our glasses together when the door swings open and we both stare in disbelief at what storms through it.
“Eden!” Wrath’s voice goes up a few decimals as he places his glass back on the bar and stares in shock at my sister. She’s dressed in a long, white, very expensive-looking wedding gown that she drags across the floor with her as she marches toward him.
Neither of us predict the punch that she lands perfectly across his jaw.
“I was happy. I was moving on and then…Grrrrr. I should be getting married right now.” She grits the last of her sentence through her teeth at him. Wrath blinks and presses his hand to his face as he recovers.
And I can’t help feeling proud of the hit she got on him. Something about having her here suddenly feels right and I down my whiskey and prepare for things to get interesting.
