At his question, I tipped down the box to show him the fluffy, big-eared puppy with stubby little legs.
The corgi she had always wanted, whether she said it or not.
From her old cell phone case to the slippers she wore, it was all about the dog.
“That’s a big step,” he said, nodding.
It wasn’t the ring we all knew would be coming someday. But it was a step toward that sort of permanence.
“Yeah,” I agreed, putting the box down on the table, so my hands were free to put the special bow collar on him.
“She’s been fawning over the cat since she moved in here,” Sway added.
Much to her own detriment.
Because our stray that had moved in for good absolutely fucking hated her.
It wasn’t her fault.
The cat only liked men.
“Yeah, I had to wrap up her arm yesterday from all the scratches,” I said, picking up the dog again.
“You realize this is only going to make her want to make babies with you,” Sway warned.
I didn’t care.
I wanted babies with her.
Delaney, apparently, wanted a large family like she’d been raised in. Though she claimed her body was going to give her four girls and one boy because she refused to put a daughter through the ‘overprotective bullshit’ her brothers put her through.
That was all bluster, of course. She loved her brothers to death. And she’d even grown to appreciate their overprotectiveness. Now that she was out of their house.
They’d been surprisingly accepting of our relationship. Well, Conor still made his jabs here and there. But that was just how he was.
They knew their sister was safe with me. And that my intentions were pure with her.
Fuck.
If you told me just a couple months ago that my intentions toward a woman could be described as “pure,” I would have laughed at you.
So much had changed.
All of it for the better.
I was getting my patch.
I had the girl.
It was everything I never knew I wanted.
“Fucking perfect.”
“The name?” she asked, brows furrowing.
“You.”
I never saw her coming.
But now I would never let her go.