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Pizzas arrive at our table, and the kids start reaching for pieces, but Saint stops them.
“Hold up. Has everyone washed their hands?” He raises a brow.
About half the team marches to the restroom.
We get the kids in our group slices, and they dive in like savages. Although Aston and Brody aren’t much better. I swear I see Brody eat a slice in one bite. I’ll let it go since it’s the off-season and their diet is a little more flexible right now.
And throughout dinner, I’m watching Saint.
Not blatantly obvious. Hopefully, in a way no one else would notice.
But I see a shift in him.
The way he’s laughing and leaning into the excitement. He seems more relaxed too.
It’s the first time since Savannah died that he looks…alive. Definitely not healed, but he’s present.
I feel something inside me settle, because I can see it all now. Much clearer than before. What we could be. And what would we be if I say yes.
Marriage.
It might not be in the romantic way I imagined. It’s not easy or simple.
And then I think about the rules of the pact: no loopholes, no take-backs, no excuses.
I practically choke on my drink when I think about everything we agreed to.
One standing out in particular.
Orgasms.
I look at Saint and watch as he laughs with Remy, completely unaware of where my thoughts just went.
God help me.
An hour and a half later, we’re home and trying to get the kids settled down. Alie and Liam left the restaurant before we did, because Sera was falling asleep with pizza hanging out of her mouth. Aston and Brody left at the same time as us.
I watch him help the kids get ready for bed, and something becomes very clear.
I want him.
Not just physically or emotionally.
And not someday.
Now.
Completely.
Iwantto say yes.
Because this messy, complicated life built out of grief and love doesn’t scare me as much as the idea of walking away from him does.
And for the first time since he asked me to marry him, I’m not thinking about what could go wrong.
I’m thinking about how it feels so right.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
