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"It's freaking amazing."

"Someday, we'll be making these with our kids," he says, looking up at me, eyes sparkling.

"Someday." I smile, loving the thought of a little Henry running around. "But for now, I want to enjoy the four of us before we bring a baby into the world."

"Totally agree. I'm going to be selfish with your time for a long while. I already feel like I don't see you enough."

"After this weekend, we'll all be sleeping in the same bed, right?" I ask, licking chocolate from my finger.

"If that's what you want, yes."

"Is that what you guys want?"

"I'm not going to speak for Dylan and Theo, but that's what I'd prefer, yes," Henry says, raking his hair out of his face.

"So, how is that going to work? With Charlie, it's easy because the guys are in relationships too, so everyone is cuddling."

"We'll just have to rotate," he says, shrugging. "We could keep a schedule if it's easier, or we just fall asleep how we fall asleep, and that's that."

"We’ll all have to sit down and hammer out the details."

"Speaking of that, are we going to push two beds into one room? I don't think four of us would fit on any of the beds you have in the house right now."

I take another bite, giving myself time to think. "I thought maybe we could move back to my old bedroom at the castle if the three ofyou are willing to try that. It's in a different wing from Charlie's room, so we'd be pretty much on our own, and it's plenty big enough for the size bed we need. Plus, I'll be there to help Charlie when she needs it. And then with the brewery–"

"You can stop there," he says, chuckling. "You don't need to convince me. Who would say no to living in a castle? We can ask Theo and Dylan what they think when we get back." He takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine. "What will you do with the Manor House and the cottage?"

"If I can't convince Lorna to move, then probably just rent them out."

"Do you think she would?" he asks, bringing my hand to his mouth and pressing his lips to my fingers.

"If we make it easy for her, maybe."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"Setting up a part of the farm for her. Making her flowerbeds, putting in irrigation, figuring out what else she needs without her knowing what we're doing."

"You want to surprise her?" he asks, eyebrows jumping up his forehead.

I shiver as he drags his lips over the back of his hand, struggling to keep my thoughts on topic. "I think that's the only way I'll get her to say yes. If she has too long to think about it, anxiety will get in the way. If we can make it as seamless as possible, there won't be a reason for her to say no."

"All the kids will be able to grow up together, too," Henry adds, his face softening.

"True. That may be the best selling point when it comes down to it."

"We'll start planning when we get back. I'm sure between the eight of us, we can come up with something."

"You'd really help me with that?" I ask, blinking back a sudden onslaught of tears.

"If you asked me to get you the moon, I would figure out a way." His blue gaze collides with mine as he sweeps a strand of hair behindmy ear, his thumb gently sweeping over my cheek. "You're my entire world, Isla." Overwhelmed by emotion, I flop on my back, staring up at the darkening sky, not quite able to believe this is my life. He kisses my forehead before lying next to me, interlocking our fingers as we watch the stars slowly appear.

"I have something for you," he says suddenly, sitting up and reaching into his pocket. "Hold up your hair." I lift my hair from my neck, unable to see what he has in his hands. "There." I feel around on my chest, lifting the necklace toward my face. I nearly drop it when I see the brilliant diamond shining back at me.

He pulls me to my feet and then takes my hand, getting down on one knee. "Marry me, Isla. Be my wife. My best friend. My forever."

I sniffle, hastily wiping at the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Yes, Henry. I'll marry you." I would marry this man over and over again if I could. I've never felt so treasured in my life.

"Thank fuck," he breathes, pressing his hand to his chest. "I chose a necklace because it's closest to your heart, but if you'd like it made into a ring, we can do that, too."

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