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"The police are on their way," Ben said as he put down his phone. "I'll make sure his daddy's money and connections won't bring any of them out."

"Thank you, both of you," I said to them.

"This might not be the best time to ask this and, honestly, I was going to wait until I returned to Richmond but…" Ian placed his hand in his pocket and got on one knee. "Will you marry me? Not as an Ethan persona, but the whole Ian Sullivan package?"

"Who proposes to someone who almost got kidnapped?" I raised a brow, trying not to laugh.

"I'm just trying to make good use of the Stockholm syndrome or was it the suspension bridge effect?" he asked. "Either way, there’s no time like the present."

"I'll marry you," I said. "Although I would have prefer to have done it while wearing a gown and you on a white stallion."

"Nice try, princess, but I'll see what I can do," he said as he slid the ring on my finger.

"Thank you for choosing me," he said as he kissed my hand.

"I'm pretty sure it's the other way around," I said as he got to his feet.

"Nah, I was correct," he insisted before kissing me.

Who would have thought this weird story would have ended this way?

Chapter twenty-eight

The HEA of the Sullivans

Ian&NatashaSullivan

Months had passed, and my adorable wife and I had the princess-themed wedding she had always wanted. I didn't know horse drawn carriages for weddings were still a thing in places like Glen Allen. Her family was stabilized, and they didn't have to worry about debt anymore.

As for Lawrence, Ben meant it when he said he was going to make sure that Lawrence wouldn't be set free. How did he do it? No one knows. My older brother could be frightening like that and none of us could complain about it.

Rachel resigned and looked for work elsewhere. As for Natasha and me, we were about to face our biggest hurdle yet. Childbirth: a fascinating part of every married couple's life.

My brothers had prepared me, telling me not to panic as the process was completely normal. I had no idea what made it seem scary We were going to have twins. Luckily, a boy and a girl since I didn't want a repeat of my story.

Natasha was worried. Pregnancy wasn't kind with her at all. The mood swings were terrible and scared me most of the time. The hunger cravings too. Then…her beauty. Well, I didn't care about it. But she was convinced that she was getting ugly. We were not having any more kids after the twins were born. But, she didn't hate the idea of parenthood. All through the months leading up to the birth, she had planned how the children would grow.

They needed to attend carnivals and go to mini observatories and petting zoos. It could have just been part of her pregnancy delusions speaking, but I was there for all of it. Then, the big day arrived.

"Don't let go of my hand," she demanded as she held my hand tightly.

"Honey, I swear, I'm your captive in this situation," I replied. I tried to ignore the fact that I was losing all sensation in my hand.

"Kisses," she demanded.

I gave them to her as requested. Labor had started, but she was too scared to start pushing.

"What if I do it wrong?" she asked.

"There's no right or wrong way; they can't stay in there any longer than you can hold them in," Stacy warned.

Olivia was there to help along with a few other nurses.

"Aren't you a little worried?" Olivia asked.

"I'm terrified," I admitted; truly, I was terrified. "But her own fear cancels mine out."

"I'm so sorry," Natasha apologized.

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