Page 107 of The Pact
I shift slightly to prop myself up to face him more fully. “So, we’ll need witnesses.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Liam and Alie.”
I smile. “Okay, that was my thought too.”
“Do you think they’ll be surprised?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so, no. You know I talked to my sister about it already. And I’m sure she talked to Liam. Did you tell him?”
“No, I didn’t talk to him about it. Remy was with us, then parents were staring, so it wasn’t the right time.”
I nod.
“I might not be giving you the wedding of your dreams, but I know it’s important for you to have your sister with you, so it just makes sense for it to be them.”
“Thank you,” I say softly.
He leans down to kiss me gently. And for a minute, we both get lost in the kiss. But before we get too carried away, I pull back.
“Okay, back to our planning,” I continue. “We’ll need a marriage license.”
“Right,” he says. “That’s a real thing.”
“Yes, Saint,” I say dryly. “Very real. Very required.”
He nods. “Okay, we can do that tomorrow.”
“After school drop-off?”
“And daycare,” he says.
I smile. “You mean the nursery?”
“Same thing.”
I lift a shoulder. “Sort of.”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s a place where children go, Pres.”
I laugh.
“Speaking of the kids,” I say.
“Yeah.”
I reach for his hand, lacing our fingers together. “How do you want to tell them?”
He thinks for a second.
“I’m not sure we make it a big thing,” he says slowly. “They’ve just gone through so much.”
I nod.
“I think we just … keep doing what we’re doing,” he continues. “You pretty much live here anyway. They love and trust you.”
“And they’re used to seeing us together,” I add.
“Exactly.”
