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I watched as he clasped it around her wrist, and then he picked her up and brought her over to me.
I leaned up on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on her cheek, “I love you, pumpkin head.”
She was smiling from ear to ear as she said, “I love you, too, Monnie.”
Then, after I got a kiss from Saint, I stood there in the doorway while he carried her to his truck, buckled her up, and then placed his fist over his heart and tossed me a wink.
He had my girl.
And nothing in this world would harm her with him at her side.
I got videos sent to me while I wrapped Christmas presents via Kettle.
Who was quickly becoming my daughter’s best friend.
And when I heard about what he did when we had been in that accident, I knew that for the rest of her life, there was one person she could call if she couldn’t reach either of us.
Then, I received another video of a woman hitting on Saint.
She said, “You’re one big strapping man. I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
He shook his head, “Don’t need one. My woman has my heart in the palm of her hand.”
And with that, he turned around and started to walk away. But my little girl had to have the last word, just like I taught her to do. “He’s taken. Back off.”
With the next video I received right there, in that moment, I knew.
If Saint asked me to marry him within the next five seconds, I wouldn’t hesitate with my answer.
Because in that video, Soraya was in Saint’s arms, swaying to the song,I Loved Her First.
Needless to say, by the time they got back, I was close to a bucket of tears over this man.
And not the bad kind of tears.
No. The good ones are when your world has finally been sewn back together because of one person.
And after we got Soraya in bed, I proceeded to show my man how much he meant to me.
His growls and moans were music to my ears.
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It was the next day, and we were about to head to the clubhouse to do Agatha’s Secret Santa and potluck when there was a knock on the door.
Saint’s hands were full of four trays of unicorn brownies, to which I winked and said, “I got it.”
He narrowed his eyes, “Keep your body behind the door.”
Soraya asked, “Why?”
“Because a man opens the door. A man protects what’s his.” He simply said.
At that, my daughter simply nodded.
I laughed as I headed to the door.
I had opened it and stood there, shocked.
