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Leo couldn’t take it anymore. He reached for her right as she opened her mouth again.

“I—”

His lips crashed into hers. He kissed her like he’d never kissed her before and she returned it with just as much zeal. Distantly, he heard the cheers of their loved ones and the awful screech the mic made when it fell and rolled too close to the amp. But his attention was solely on Sofi and the kiss that was threatening to burn down the tent around them. They kissed how he’d once caught his parents kissing in the pantry of the kitchen, or frequently witnessed between Liam and Kamilah since they had no shame, or how Lola was prone to kissing Saint whenever she thought they were alone. They kissed with the entirety of their beings.

She pulled away first. “You didn’t let me finish saying what I wanted to say and now I don’t remember what it was.”

Leo smirked. “It doesn’t matter, because you had me at ‘quaking baby giraffe knees.’”

Sofi let out a laugh and smacked him on the arm. “You are so damn cheesy,” she said before pulling him in for another quick kiss. She pulled away and held up a finger. “But don’t think for one second that we aren’t going to have words about you calling me out in front of everyone—”

Leo cut her off with another kiss. This time he pulled her close and then dipped her back into the kind of kiss that never failed to turn her brain to putty. He knew he’d succeeded when he lifted her up to release her, only to have her body collapse against his like her legs wouldn’t work right. All while staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky. “We’ll have plenty of words, but the only ones I want to hear or say right now are these... I love you. Te amo. And that’s all the ways I know right now, but you better believe that I’ll learn more from every country we visit.”

“Here’s a freebie. Je t’aime,” she purred in that sexy French she now spoke. He really had no idea if she was fluent, but he didn’t care. They both knew the most important words and that was all that mattered.

“Je t’aime,” he told her back before they kissed until they got kicked off the stage.

Hours later, drinks had been consumed, high heels had been left abandoned under tables, ties were off, and suit jackets were missing. The children were gone, but the party was still in full swing and if there was one thing his family knew how to do, it was party. Gio was hitting the ’90s hip-hop and R&B really hard at the moment and everyone was showing off their old-school dance moves. Leo smiled as he watched Kamilah holding the full fluffy skirt of her second dress out of the way so she could do the Kid ’n Play with Lucy as they danced and sang to “Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe in the middle of a circle. Everyone around them was yelling and cheering them on as they danced along.

Gio did some DJ magic and all of a sudden “Poison” was now “Gasolina” by Daddy Yankee.Unsurprisingly, a bunch of the women screamed and joined Kamilah in the middle of the circle. It appeared that ’90s time was over and it was now time for perreo. Leo would join them in a minute. He needed to hydrate after his epic dance-off with Ricky and a bunch of their other cousins. That Chicago footwork was getting hard. He was getting old. All that mattered was that he won though. At least, he’d proclaimed himself the winner.

“I hope you got me some water too,” Sofi said from behind him.

“Of course.” He handed her a bottle. “How was Tostón?”

“Happily passed out in Kamilah and Liam’s bed with all your nieces and nephews, including Omar.” She opened the bottle and took a long drink.

“They all fit?” Leo asked.

She swallowed. “Barely,” Sofi said with a smile. “They were either piled on top of each other or hanging off the sides. I took, like, twenty pictures.”

Leo wrapped his arms around her waist. “Aww. You’re already a proud tití.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve been around since they were all born. Of course, I’m their tía. Even if we weren’t together.”

“But we are together,” Leo said. “And we will be for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes.”

Suddenly they heard shouting coming from the dance floor. They turned in unison.

Abuelo Papo was in the middle of the circle with Doña Fina and they were dancing to “Dile” by Don Omar.

“Oh hell, no!” Leo exclaimed in glee. He grabbed Sofi’s hand and dragged her out onto the dance floor where everyone was surrounding the couple and cheering or catcalling.

“Ohh!!!”

“Go! Go! Go!”

Suddenly Doña Fina dropped it like it was hot and everyone lost their minds.

“Oh shit! Your grandma got them Megan knees,” Leo shouted to Sofi.

Sofi was too busy laughing and shaking her head in disbelief to respond to him.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” everyone started cheering.

Of course, that only pumped up the two attention whores on the floor.

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