Page 139 of The Proposal Pact
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Epilogue
“I love you more than I hate everyone else.” — Unknown
Callum
“Can you explain why you needed to do thistodayof all days?” Luke stands next to me, his arms crossed in his pastel pink suit, yellow flower pinned to its breast pocket.
You should’ve seen the fit he threw when Grace told him that’s the one he’d be wearing.
“Do you think it’s a case of cold feet or something? Like he’s totally losing it?” Griffin leans over me, whispering to Luke as the sleeve of his pastel purple suit brushes against me.
I roll my eyes. “I’m right here, fucker. And I’m not losing my shit or have cold feet.”
“Uh-huh. Then explain why are we standing in God-knows-who’s shit, on a fucking farm on your wedding day? Which is…” He glances down at his watch. “In thirty minutes!”
“Hey! Don’t insult the farm!” Jacob calls out. “This is Francesca’s birthplace.”
Luke slowly looks at Jacob in his pastel yellow suit and then to me. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re here to get a duck.”
“No.”
“Thank Go—”
“I’m here for a pig.”
“A what?” Griffin squeals.
“A pig.”
“What the fuck do you need a pig for? I thought Sophie wanted all vegetarian menu for the wedding.”
“I’m not about to eat it, idiot.”
“Jesus, Luke! Have some consideration, there are poor animals listening to you here.” His younger brother chastises him and then bends down in his pastel blue suit to talk softly to the said animals.
“What do you need a pig for then?”
“It’s a wedding gift.”
“For?”
“My wife.”
“I’m so lost right now.”
“My wife wanted a pet pig, she’s getting a pet pig.”
Finally, the owner of the farm comes out, carrying a small pink mini piglet with a brown spot over her left eye in her arms.
“There’s your girl! All ready to go,” she says, and I take our pig from her.
Luke and Griffin stand there, watching me with dumbfounded expressions.
“Oh hell!” Luke throws his arms up. “I’ve officially seen it all. Callum is buying pigs, the world must be ending.”
“Dude! I want one too! Mellie can grow up with her!” Matteo says excitedly, bouncing his daughter in the baby carrier he’s wearing over a light red suit. So light it almost looks coral, but Sophie refuses to admit so.
