“Thank fuck for that.”
She giggled at his reply as he slid the ring onto her finger. Then he took her hand, kissing the top of it.
Aww. That was romantic.
“Now, don’t you ever take that off.”
And that was Gray.
She threw herself at him, toppling him backward as she kissed his face. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, girl. You’ll have to change that plaque to say fiancée. Or you might want to wait until it can say husband.”
“I like the sound of that. Husband.” She stared down at her ring admiringly.
“I’ve just got one question,” he said as he rolled them so she was lying on her back and he was looming over her.
“What?”
“How come it’s not a trophy?”
“Daddy.” She shook her head. “You’ve got to earn a trophy. They don’t just give those away to anyone.”
“You little brat!”
He tickled her until she screamed with laughter.
Eventually, his laughter joined hers.
Maeve broke into a victory dance, grinning as Gray joined her.
It was perfect.
