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“I’d like orchids,” Lief says. “I think purple would go well with either venue.”

“I think Lief just made a choice,” Hunter says, pretending to faint. “Can you believe it?”

“Our first wedding decision and the Viking gets it,” Chase chuckles.

Lief smiles and I notice Hunter and Chase are just as excited. They want to be married as much as I do. After a few more minutes, I get up to get something to drink and Josefine follows me. She squeezes my hand.

“Are you excited, Valerie?”

“I am. I’m excited,” I agree.

“No hesitations, no doubts?” She presses. “I know I had more than one before I married Roger.”

“We were so young. Neither of us had a stable career at the time. We were just getting our feet wet in our businesses. He wasn’t the only man I’d considered myself in love with, but he was the one Ineededto marry,” she sighs. “There’s a point where a person just knows.”

I nod once.

“You had hesitations at the engagement party, but every marriage is different. You can ignore everything us old women talk about, especially babies,” Josefine says before hugging me. “I love how Lief lights up around you. I’ve never seen him so emotional.”

I close my eyes as she squeezes me. Josefine is everything a mother should be, warm, loving, supportive, and filled with advice. She’s the kind of mom I always wanted. I clear my throat. “Thank you, Josefine.”

After more talking and dinner, we head home. Lief goes right to the kitchen to get a beer and passes one to Hunter and Chase. Chase gives Hunter shit for being a romantic and wanting a place for a big, formal first dance for all four of us.

I love seeing them bicker. I love being in our house together, with bits of us everywhere, in the décor, memories laced into every piece of furniture, and, of course, just having all three of my men in one place at all.

“Viper, you’re lost in thought,” Lief says. “Do you want a beer?”

“A beer sounds nice,” I agree.

We drink together, hanging around the kitchen, then Lief wraps himself around me, boxing me in. He kisses my neck with the chill of the beer clinging to his lips. I rub his hip. “So, orchids?”

“I like them. They’re a diverse flower,” Lief comments. “Nice, waxy petals, but take patience to cultivate.”

“Are you saying our fiancée has nice, waxy petals?” Hunter chuckles.

Lief flips him off. Chase shoves them both. “Orchids grow when things are right, but we need a determined flower too.”

“Dandelions are determined,” Hunter points out.

“They grow everywhere they’re not supposed to,” I agree. “And the flower is a nice crisp yellow.”

“We can’t just have dandelions at the wedding, if some seeds drop, they’ll take root at the venue and that’s not a bill I want to pay. I’d rather put it towards a honeymoon,” Chase grumbles.

“Where are we honeymooning?” Hunter eyes me intensely.

“It doesn’t matter, no matter where we go, you’re going to beonour wife,” Lief chuckles.

Later that night, after my guys pass out, I look through my phone, enjoying every saved photo and video from our travels and from our lazy days, our holidays. I smile at them.

We’ve had some terrible times, anytime I’ve been captured or threatened with a lethal object, but those moments make my heart race, they make me feel stronger than I’ve ever felt and I like the adrenaline rush.

I can’t imagine anyone else marrying my men, any of them. I don’t want to think of Lief taking someone else to a planetarium and sharing facts. I don’t want Chase going to the aquarium or on a private yacht with anyone else. I’ll be damned if Hunter watches Indiana Jones or cries at the end of romance movies with anyone else.

Ineedto marry them, just like Vanya says, but only because I can’t ignore how perfect we are for each other, we’re stronger, smarter, and better together. I see it as they joke around instead of just talking business.

I kiss Lief’s cheek, then take Hunter and Chase’s hands. “We’re going to get married this year.”

“This year?” Hunter asks.

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