Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Remington narrowed his eyes. “Is this your way of saying he won’t be leaving?”
“He won’t be leaving, because he’ll be family.” I dropped down on one knee and took Niko’s hands in mine. “Nikolai, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?”
Niko stared at me, his mouth opening and closing.
“You’re supposed to answer,” Henri said, tapping him on the shoulder.
“Yes. Yes!”
As tears formed in his eyes, I rose and pulled him to me. “Don’t cry.”
He wiped at his eyes. “I never thought I’d have a real family.”
“But now you do,” Henri said, “and it is a really good one.”
Remington huffed, but when Niko turned to him, he held out his hand. “Welcome to the family, Niko.”
“Thank you. I can’t believe this is real.”
We had drawn the attention of others. My brothers, Remington’s and Remington’s parents, were all watching us.
I nodded to Bébé. “Sorry to steal your glory on your birthday.”
“No, no, no, he doesn’t care about birthdays,” Remington’s stepmother said. “I forced him to have this party. This is much better. I saw this was coming. The party just provided you a place to do it.”
I pulled a ring box from my pocket and opened it. Nikolai smiled when he saw what was inside, a simple gold band, engraved with roses.
“As soon as I saw you in the rose garden at your father’s house, I knew I wasn’t going to let you go.”
Tears ran down his cheeks again as I slipped the ring on his finger. “Oh, Lorenzo. This is perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect.”
“Wow, since when did Lorenzo get so mushy?” Rafe asked.
I turned and glared at him. Dante took his arm. “I’ll get rid of him.”
I took Niko’s hands and led him outside onto the terrace.
“This is real, right?” he asked. “I’m not dreaming.”
“No, baby, you’re not dreaming, but I’m going to make sure the rest of your life is just as good as any dream.”
“I love you, Lorenzo.”
I gave him a gentle kiss. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to be married to you.”
He pulled me to him, and we swayed in the dark to the music that was pouring from inside. I could hear the chatter of people, but as far as I was concerned, we were in our own little world there together, one we’d made for each other.