Letting out a relieved sob of my own, I stand and pull her into my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t catch my breath, laughing and crying and trying to plaster myself so closely to every inch of her skin that she can never get rid of me. Pulling back, I place my forehead to hers.
“You didn’t even look at the ring.”
“Ledger, I couldn’t care less what that ring looks like. It could be a candy ring, and we could live in a shitty apartment, and I would be just as ecstatic to be your fiancée.”
I know she’s telling the truth, but fuck, it feels good to know that she’s about to get every single one of her whims catered to, forever.
“Humor me. I spent a great deal of time designing this for you.”
Picking the box off the floor where I dropped it in the rush to get my hands on her, I open it and hope that she loves it and sees that I’ve tried to encompass as much of her personality as I could in the design. It’s elegant but whimsical, perfect for my vibrant Angel.
She’s been staring wide-eyed at it for so long that I’m tempted to hide it and tell her we’ll design whatever she wants when she bursts into tears all over again and throws her arms around my neck.
Hoping this is a good sign, I kiss her temple. “Do you like it?”
Sloane pulls back and wipes her eyes on her fluffy blanket. “Ledger. If you don’t put that beautiful ring on my finger right now, I think I’ll die.”
Laughing, I oblige my fiancée.Fuck, that’s nice. Too bad it won’t be for very long.Reaching for her left hand, I slide her ring onto her finger, hoping it never leaves.
“It’s a perfect fit,” she whispers, giving me a blinding smile.
“Of course it is. Do you think I didn’t measure your finger before I designed this ring?”
A quirk of her lips tells me she’s not at all surprised by my attention to detail. “How long have you had this ring, exactly?”
“Longer than I care to admit.”
Swaying her softly in my arms, I bask in the rightness of how this feels. “What do you think, fiancée? Do you want a big white wedding? Something small on a beach? Vegas with Elvis?”
Sloane sighs in contentment. “I would marry you here and now, wearing nothing but this blanket. I’ve never really wanted a big wedding, and as hot as it is to call you my fiancé, thinking of you being my husband makes me feel crazy with how much I want it.”
Fucking jackpot. My girl is on the same page. Glad I texted Jack about plan A.
“Well…what do you say we get married tonight? But maybe not here. It smells a little, and the lighting is awful.”
“I wish, but I’m pretty sure there are papers to fill out and you have to wait a few days and get things notarized…”
“Sloane, if you think I haven’t been renewing marriage licenses since about two weeks after we met, you must not know me at all. Everything is ready. Jack is ordained, and we have all the papers. If you really want to do this, it would make me the happiest man in the world to make you Sloane Sinclair tonight.”
I think I’ve stunned her again until she gives me another one of her gorgeous smiles, shifting my world on its axis as only she can.
“Yes!”
A few hours later, we’re watching the sun rise with champagne in our hands, gently swaying back and forth on our balcony hammock at home.
She’s back home, and she’s never going anywhere without me again. She’ll be lucky to ever have six hours alone, let alone weeks…she’ll want a girls’ trip at some point, but surely, I can make it if I go and just kinda follow at a safe distance, just to make sure she’s got everything she needs…
“What are you thinking about?” mywifeponders, and I’m hard, already thinking of her new title. But there’s no way she’s ready to go again, so I kiss her nose and tell her a partial truth.
“You.”
Our ceremony earlier was perfectly simple, with Jack, Margot, and Allie transforming our home into a romantic space to begin our forever. Allie helped Sloane into a simple white silk midi dress that Imayhave had made for her with this evening in mind. I wore black slacks and a white shirt, with my sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons unbuttoned, just the way my angel prefers. With her hair pulled back into a messy chignon, as Allie called it, and minimal makeup on, Sloane looked…ethereal. Unreal.Mine.I can’t wait to stare at her every day for the rest of my life.
“My wife,” I whisper, feeling tears forming in my eyes again. I’ve probably cried more tonight than any other day of my life. Maybe more than every other instance of my life combined. “You’ve made me so indescribably happy, Sloane. I’ll spend forever thanking you.”
“My husband,” she breathes against my lips, and as the sun rises, words leave me, and all I know is her.
Chapter thirty-two
