Page 91 of The Santa Rules
“Say yes!” Avery squeals as she jumps up and down.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you,” I rasp through tears, and before I can finish my sentence, Hardy shoots up, pulling me into him as he seals his lips over mine.
I can hear Avery’s giggles and cheers, and Isaac’s “gross,” but I’m lost to this man and this moment.
When he pulls back, I grab his cheeks. “I love you too.”
He gives me a quick peck and then slides the beautiful ring onto my finger.
“Wait, are we still going to Disneyland, or was this all a ruse?”
“We’re still going,” he says as he pulls me against him. “But we have to share a room with the kids at that hotel, so we better make use of our separate one tonight,” he whispers against my ear.
“Are we ready for ice cream?” Isaac asks. “There’s a place I saw on the way here.”
“I want ice cream!” Avery says excitedly, and we make our way back toward the hotel.
“Want a ride, Butterfly?” Isaac asks, squatting down for Avery.
“Okay!” she agrees as she climbs onto his back.
My heart feels so full as we walk to get ice cream and start this new chapter as a family. And while we may not have another decade of Santa, I know we will have many more holiday traditions to come.
The End.
