He failed.
Miles squeezed my hand.
I turned toward him.
He looked nervous.
Very nervous.
“Lauren, there’s something I wanted to—”
I laughed.
“You have been carrying a ring in your coat pocket for six weeks.”
His mouth opened.
Behind us, Reid shouted,
“I told you she knew!”
The boys came running.
Miles dropped to one knee anyway.
“I’m not asking to replace anyone,” he said. “I’m asking to keep being part of the life we have already built together, for as long as you’ll have me.”
I looked at Carter.
He shrugged.
“He hasn’t missed a box.”
That was all the approval I needed.
“Yes.”
The boys cheered.
Evelyn cried.
Miles stood and wrapped his arms around me.
Across the terrace, Grant watched silently.
There was sadness in his face.
