Daniel let out a wobbly breath. “Our strength together.”
“… and my promise to learn and grow with you.”
“And my promise to learn and grow with you,” Daniel finished, trailing his fingertips up my palm until they reached my wrist. Tingles swept up my arm from the point where we touched and down my spine, spreading out to every part of my body. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.”
“Not in the fucking script, Daniel,” Kajir muttered before he sighed. “Okay. One down, one more to fucking go.”
The crowd laughed in unison again.
“Rose?”
She held up Daniel’s ring for me.
I snatched it from her with a quick apology and shoved that ring on Daniel’s finger so fast, Kajir didn’t even have a chance to say one word.
Daniel beamed at me.
“Right.” Kajir coughed. “Um, okay. Repeat after me, Marshall.”
I glared at him and waved my free hand around to tell him to get on with it.
In response, he raised both eyebrows at me.
So I scowled again. “Given enough time and dedicated effort, kindling can turn into fucking toothpicks, Kajir.”
All he did was give me a wide grin.
Fucker.
“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love…,” Kajir said slowly but clearly.
Now he was just fucking with us.
“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love,” I said quickly, looking into Daniel’s eyes as I massaged his left hand with my thumbs.
He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.
“… our strength together…”
I lifted Daniel’s palm to my lips and gave him a quick kiss, glaring at Henry, who took a single step forward. “Our strength together.”
Daniel swept his thumb over my cheek before Kajir coughed, causing Daniel to reluctantly pull back with a pout.
“… and my promise to learn and grow with you.”
I beamed at Daniel when I said, “And my promise to learn and grow with you.” I pulled Daniel’s hand back to my cheek and held it there, ignoring Kajir’s grumbling. “You’re my everything. I love you, Daniel.”
“Fucking finally,” Kajir said. “Moving right along. Daniel, do you take this man to be your wedded husband?”
The purest joy lit up Daniel’s entire being. “I do.”
“Marshall—”
“I do.”
Yet more laughter from the crowd behind us.
Kajir gave me a flat stare. “Let me ask the fucking question, Marshall. It doesn’t count if I don’t ask the fucking question.”
