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“Holy shit. I’m like Princess Diana,” she screams.

Chuckling, I slide the sapphire ring onto her finger. “You’re my princess. Forever.”

She fists my shirt and pulls me to my feet, but she doesn’t stop there. She lies back and pulls me down to the bed with her, kissing me like she’ll never get enough.

“Can we do it tomorrow?” she asks between kisses.

“What?” I laugh, deliriously happy but also deliriously tired.

Hannah rolls to her side and props her head on her hand. “Marry me tomorrow, please. Just you, me, and Mav at city hall.”

I stroke her hair. “Dream girl, I’ll marry you whenever you want, but don’t you want a wedding?”

“Nope. Just my boys.” She bites her lip. “And maybe Ava. And I guess War can come and Noah and Ollie.” Her eyes light up. “Oh, and Riggs and Ash…”

I smile as she rattles off the names of all the people she loves. She may not realize it, but she’s always had a family. It may not have been conventional, and she may have yearned for more, but my girl has always been surrounded by love. Friends who would do just about anything for her and family forged through love rather than blood.

Now she has Maverick and me too. “Yeah, baby. We can invite all of them. But maybe let’s wait until after your follow-up with the OB so we can really enjoy our wedding night.”

Hannah sighs, and the prettiest smile lights up her gorgeous face.

“You know the rules,” I remind her.

“Hmm?” she replies with a yawn.

“When the baby sleeps, we sleep.” I pull her into my chest and press my lips to her crown.

“Sweet dreams,” she whispers.

My body warms with affection. With comfort. How is this my life? Hannah is my dream girl, my fantasy, and now, she’s my future wife. I close my eyes, content knowing that when I fall asleep, I’ll see her in my dreams.

EPILOGUE

A Year-ish Later

(March)

Hannah

“What about a clit piercing?”I say with a devious smile as I glance at my husband.

Noah sighs. “Why am I here again?”

Brooks shakes his head. “I have no idea why any of us are here. Me especially. I’d like to get home to my wife and baby, if you all don’t mind.”

Sara gave birth to a baby girl they named Taylor just last week. One by one the Bolts men are dropping like flies, getting married and making babies. I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Your baby is fine. She’s with my baby and Liv. And your wife was very clear. Tattoo her name on your balls like War did because she birthed a human for you.”

War chuckles like the bastard he is and grins at his wife.

My bestie’s mouth falls open. “You guys aren’t supposed to tell people about that.” She pinches my arm. “I told you that in private when I hated him.”

He winks at her. “You never hated me, Vicious. But keep telling yourself those lies. You know I love it.”

I wave a disgusted hand at them both. “Besides, it would be impossible to keep it a secret from the guys he plays with. They literally see each other’s balls daily.”

My husband squeezes my hip. “Not quite, dream girl.”

I grin at him. “As I was saying, what about a clit piercing?”

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