Page 24 of Say I Do

“I’m sweet to you.”

“What you did today with the Greens was sweet, and that wasn’t to me.” Gabriella had made that happen. I had thought aboutwhat she would do in the situation with the Greens. “And you want babies and a family.”

“I’m hoping we’ve already started the process of the baby part.” Her cheeks go pink when she realizes what I mean. “You have changed me, Gabriella.” There is no denying that.

“Not too much, though.” A smirk plays on her lips. “I kinda like that you’re a grump to everyone but me.”

“So just a grump, not an asshole?” I chuckle.

“Yep!” she chirps. I roll, pinning her under me.

“That I can do.”

For her I’d do anything.

EPILOGUE

GABRIELLA

“You came!” I squeal when Lev comes through the door. I rush over to give her a hug.

“Whoa.” Lev laughs. “You have become chipper.”

“Love makes you happy.”

“Or stupid?” She quirks one of her perfect eyebrows. Caleb was able to help me get back in touch with her. I had been worried about her since Cup of Sugar closed.

We both picked up as many shifts as we could back in the day, but I got the sense that Lev didn’t only do it for money but to get out of her home too. When I confided in Caleb about my concerns, he proposed the idea of reopening the coffee shop, which I found absurd. Then he offered to find Lev a new job altogether. Lev took him up on the offer and is going to be starting a new job next year, which is tomorrow.

Caleb didn’t want us going into next year not married, so here we are having a New Year's Eve wedding. He would have been up for a courthouse wedding, but I told him we’re starting ourown family now, and we should imprint these moments. Have the pictures to show our babies one day.

“I don’t care if it’s stupid.” I shrug.

"Is there a prenuptial agreement?"

I scrunch my nose at the question. “He’s never brought one up.”

“Okay. Not stupid.” I roll my eyes playfully at her. “I’m teasing. The man did get me a new job, and I’ve never seen you this way.”

“What do you mean?”

"I could never convince you to hang out at Cup of Sugar," she reminds me. Again, I think she’s been avoiding going home. “Now you text me every day, we’ve hung out twice, and you even call me. Who calls people?”

“You’re right,” I agree.

“Always.” Lev smirks.

“As I was saying, you’re right; I did dodge going out, but I was always scared of getting close to people with how I grew up and all. Now I see if you don’t take chances, you’ll end up alone and missing out on some pretty great people.”

“I am pretty great.” Lev pops off with another one of her half jokes. It’s not surprising. While I tend to run away from people, Lev simply avoids anything that is emotionally charged.

“You are,” I agree. “And one day you’ll find?—”

"I'm going to cut you off right there. I don’t do the love thing.”

Lev motions toward her clothes. Yes, for the most part, she wears all black, with pops of color here and there. Her jet-blackhair, black nails, and the million thick bracelets going up her arms scream goth. I hesitate to categorize it as goth because Lev truly exudes her own unique vibe.

“I’m sure even the Grim Reaper might want some lovin’.”

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