Page 90 of Trouble

“We’ve got no hesitation, Audrey. We want this, and we’ll always want this. If you worry we might change our minds, don’t. Wewon’t.”

“Do you loveus?”

“You know I do,” she whispered. A single tear slid down hercheek.

“Equally?” Liamasked.

She pressed her lips together and nodded. More tears trickled down her prettyface.

“Then say yes, Audrey. Let us make you happy—today, tomorrow and every day afterthat.”

“And ideally sometime soon,” I mumbled, cringing at the strain on my shoulder from keeping the damn box outstretched for so long. “Some of us are still healing from broken boneshere.”

She made a barking noise, a mix between a laugh and a sob and shook her head. “You’ll be the death ofme.”

“Nah, love. We’ll be the reason you wake up laughing every day for the rest of yourlife.”

“Or moaning,” I interjected with a slysmile.

“That too,” Liamagreed.

“You’resure?” she asked, the worry clear in her teary eyes. “You’re sure I will never come betweenyou?”

“Well, I mean, we were hoping you’d come between us pretty damn often, to be honest…” My playful tone died at the scathing look I got from Liam. Right. Not thetime.

“We’re sure, Audrey. Or we wouldn’t behere.”

“Then… yes.” She sniffed, straightened her back and gave us both a small smile. “Yes, I will marry you.Both.”

Elation so intense it nearly made my heart skip several beats rushed through me at her acceptance. I’d been prepared for the worst, even as I’d hoped for this very outcome, but to actually hear her say the words… I pressed a kiss to her knuckles and slid my ring on her right hand. To the casual observer it looked identical to the ring Liam placed on her left hand—a solitaire diamond flanked by two small rubies set in a white gold band. You’d have to study them both closely to find the small difference in them—like she had with us to notice the scar on Liam’s hand that set usapart.

Grimacing, I got to my feet and rolled my shoulder, which gave Liam enough time to swoop in and steal the first kiss from herlips.

“We’ll make you so, so happy,” he murmured against her ear when I gently turned her head to kiss her, too. Her lips were sweet and soft and exactly as perfect as I remembered against myown.

This was it. This was everything I’d wanted out of life, even if I hadn’t realized it before she came into my life. Not moving my mouth from hers, I slid my hand down to her still-soft belly. Everything and so muchmore.

Liam’s hand bumped gently against mine as he rounded it on the lower part of her belly and pushed his forehead in against the side of her head. “Your parents are gonna lovethis.”

Audrey snorted and pulled away from our kiss, a little breathless but with mirth dancing in her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe it’ll actually be an improvement. Sure, it’ll be hard to explain to their friends why there are two grooms at the wedding, but at least you’ll make an honest woman out of me.Ish. At the very least it can’t get much worse than their reaction when I told them I didn’t know which of you were the father of mybaby.”

Liam arched both eyebrows at her. “You told them? Shit, no wonder your mother looked like she wanted to bash our heads in with theteapot.”

Audrey smiled happily, apparently not too worried with her parents’ obvious wish to see us dead. “Yeah, I wasn’t about to lie. Not about something as important as mybaby.”

“Ourbaby,” I growled, pressing my hand firmer against her stomach. A flush of possessive emotions toward her and the still-invisible baby bump came rushing up from the deepest part of my core. The part that’d known she was going to be my wife from the first time I got between her thighs. It felt like a lifetime ago. “It’sourbaby,love.”

“Or babies,”Liam said with a smirk. “You never know, might be twins. Pretty sure it runs in the family. On our mother’sside.”

Audrey’s smile paled significantly. “Don’t even joke aboutthat.”

“What? What’s not to love about that idea?” I gave her my best shit-eating grin. “Two adorable ginger babies to keep you on yourtoes.”

“Mum did always say she would’ve stopped after just two if we’d been her firstborn,” Liam said, a wicked smirk on his face. “I’m sure she meant because we were the most perfect children you couldimagine.”

“Of course therewasthat time we set fire to the kitchen while playing tag,” I mused. “Pretty sure she mentioned something about wishing we’d come with return labelsthen.”

“Purely accidental, of course,” Liaminterjected.

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