Page 90 of First Comes Marriage

“Good!”

They stared at each other for a moment before they burst into laughter, the relief washing over Sabrina.

“Jesus Christ, wildflower, I’m trying to tell you I love you and you’re talking about divorce?”

Her laughter died on her lips, her eyes going wide and she sat upright on the sofa—not as fast as she’d like because,stitches, but fast all the same. “You love me?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” He shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, I’m bad at this.”

“No, you’re not. You’re doing perfect.” She slid closer to him on the couch, her heart pounding in her chest. It was so full she thought it might burst. “Say it again.”

He grinned and slid his hands into her hair, tilting her face up to his. He ran the tip of his nose along the line of her jaw and nipped at her bottom lip lightly. “I love you, Sabrina.”

“I love you, Sebastian.”

He kissed her, his lips moving softly over hers. It felt like new beginnings and possibilities, like gratitude and relief and so much love she didn’t know how to contain it. Instead, she let it spill from her lips as she kissed him back, tasting each murmured “I love you” he offered between kisses.

When they pulled away, he reached into his inside jacket pocket and retrieved her wedding and engagement rings.

“I didn’t get to ask you properly last time.” He took her left hand in his, his smile so wide the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Sabrina Page, my wildflower, will you be my wife?”

An overjoyed burst of laughter fell from her lips and she nodded as he slid the rings onto her finger. “Yes, Sebastian Graham, yes.”

He kissed her again, then rested his forehead against hers. “We can get married again. A big wedding in the church.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t care about the wedding, Sabrina, but I care about you. If it’s important to you that we stand up at an altar in front of our friends and—”

“It’s not.” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheekbones and his temples, the tip of his nose and the underside of his jaw. “I’m already your wife. I don’t need another ceremony to prove it.”

He hummed contentedly as her lips found his again. “Thenwhat do you propose we do next, wife?”

“Living happily ever after sounds nice, don’t you think?”

When he smiled, she felt it all over. “I do.”

Epilogue

One year later

“Are you sure they’re coming?” Ethan craned his head towards the front door again. “Does anyone know for sure that their plane landed?”

“Gavin texted a little over an hour ago,” Baz said as he took his seat at the table in Ethan’s living room beside Sabrina.

“They’ll be here,” Jamie said. “Calm down, grandpa.”

“I hate when you call me that,” Ethan grumbled.

“What? YouareJulie’s grandpa.” Jamie gestured to his chubby one-year-old daughter who was playing with a set of brightly colored stacking cups with Tessa on the rug in the middle of the living room.

“That’s not what you meant,” Ethan said.

Tessa scooped up her daughter and carried her over to Jamie, holding her out to her husband. “Julie needs a new diaper. Your turn, daddy.”

“Hate that even more,” Ethan muttered.

Tessa laughed. “Here, Dad. Have a cupcake.” She set an elaborately decorated cupcake in front of Ethan, dropped a kiss on his forehead, and then sank into Jamie’s newly vacated seat.

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