Page 143 of The Proposal Pact

“Yes.” I nod, my own tears falling freely.

He gets up, scoops me up into his arms, and kisses me long and hard to the sounds of cheers and whistles all around us.

“I’m going to be a grandma again!”

“I’m going to be an uncle? Oh God, my sister is pregnant!”

“I call dibs on being the godfather!”

“In your dreams!”

“Congratulations!”

“My water broke!” Grace shouts, and all hell breaks loose.

“Well, it wouldn’t be our wedding if there’d be no chaos all around us,” Clover says, and we laugh.

Nope, it wouldn’t be.

“I love you, little menace. Thank you for bringing color into my life.”

“You’re welcome, Shrek.”

“Always such a brat.”

THE END