Page 147 of Mr. Broody

“Buddy.” I shake my head and chuckle.

Jade glances at him, and her eyes well with tears. Happy tears.

“Jade, I probably first realized I loved you within these walls. You’ve always been my person. There’s never been anyone else. But this ring comes with a promise from me. A promise to be your support, your constant, your anchor. I will be your partner in every sense of the word. Please do me the honor of finally becoming my wife and marry me.”

Bodhi clears his throat. Where did he learn that from?

“Us. Marry us.” I wink at Bodhi, and he smiles, inching his box closer to her.

“So, it’s a two-for-one thing?” She waves her finger between us.

“Afraid so.” I shrug.

“And you’re sure I can’t just take Bodhi?” She giggles and steps closer. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Both of us?” Bodhi confirms, and she steps over to him first.

“Want to slide it on?” She holds out her right hand and wiggles her ring finger.

Bodhi takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto her finger.

“I love it, Bodhi.” Jade holds out her hand and studies the ring.

“It’s my birthstone.”

“I know, that’s why I love it.” She squats, and he hugs her tightly around her neck.

I get choked up watching the two of them together.

“Can I go back and play now?” he asks.

We both laugh.

“Sure,” I say.

He rushes out of the house, and we hear Owen telling him to come over.

Jade stands, and I take the diamond ring out of the box and place it on the tip of her left ring finger. “I’ve waited more than a decade to do this.”

I slide on the ring, and she holds her hand in the air.

“It’s beautiful. Oh my god, Henry, you spent way too much.” She leans over, and I capture her lips in a kiss that I hope cements my promise to her.

“It’s never too much when it comes to you.”

“I love you, Henry.”

“I love you, Jade.”

Pounding on the window behind us steals our attention, and we turn to find everyone watching us through the glass, Bodhi in the middle of them.

Our family. And I wouldn’t trade any of them… not even Tweetie.

Three weeks later, we’re back from Holland and at Eloise’s wedding. I’m in the church pew with Rowan and Kyleigh to my left since Jade is in the wedding party.

We were both unsure if Eloise would end up here, but supposedly the wedding is on.

Eloise’s groom, Tristan—who feels a little like a frat guy who never grew up—stands at the front of the church with his groomsmen. I’m pretty sure they’ve been drinking based on their lack of seriousness on this important day.

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