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Turning back to Jett, I take in his handsome face. “Out of curiosity, why the initials on your notes this time?”

He whispers, “When you show them to our future children, I didn’t think it appropriate that they know about their father’s monster cock.”

I let out a laugh. “Fair point.”

His reassuring eyes meet mine. “I’m so sorry for what I’ve put you through. I beg you to forgive me. Please give me another chance. I promise to never again let you down. I can’t live without you for one more day. I’ll give you anything and everything you want. Just take me back. Be my wife. Grow old with me. I need a millennial to keep me young.”

He chews his lower lip nervously, like he’s uncertain of what my answer will be.

“How old are you?” I ask, knowing the answer but subtly letting him know we’re going to be okay.

The corners of his mouth raise in amusement. “I’m at the age where I know more of the medications mentioned on Grey’s Anatomy than the musical guests on Saturday Night Live.”

I laugh as I grab his adorable face and kiss his big, soft lips for the first time in too damn long. And it feels like home.

When we break apart, Harper is at my side, looking thrilled at the turn of events. I’m slightly confused by her level of excitement because, as of last week, Jett was on her shit list.

She holds out her hand. “Look, Mommy, I got a ring too.” She shows me a smiley face ring on her finger. “Jett gave it to me a few days ago and promised to always make us smile and never make us cry. He asked me if it was okay to marry you. And,” she adds with another level of excitement, “I kept it a secret, just like the time we had ice cream for dinner and you told me not to tell Daddy or Bails.”

“I heard that,” Tanner yells out.

Harper and I giggle. I love that Jett went to her first. It fills my heart. I wouldn’t do this without her blessing, and he knew it.

I turn back to him and nod with my heart feeling like it might explode. “Okay, my love, I’ll marry you.”

JETT

Tanner’s New Year’s Eve party has turned into an impromptu engagement party. When we went inside—after making our way through a long line of well-wishers—it was already decorated accordingly.

I’d personally rather get the hell out of here and get reacquainted with Fallon’s body, but that will have to wait until later. I want to allow time for Harper to bask in the celebration, and I think she needs to see us happy together.

That doesn’t mean I’ll stop kissing my future bride. I can’t keep my lips or hands off her, finding it hard to believe that not only is she mine again, but she’ll also be mine for the rest of our lives.

Tucked snugly where she belongs, under my arm, Fallon looks around. “This is not what it looked like in here twenty minutes ago. That was a bizarrely fast turnaround time. What if I said no?” she says with the playful glimmer back in her gorgeous eyes.

I smile down at my fiancée. “Then I would have been out a pretty penny.”

“Your penny?” she asks.

“You didn’t think I was going to let your ex-husband pay for our engagement celebration, did you? It was bad enough I agreed to propose here.”

“Agreed to propose here? Was it a negotiation?” she jokes.

I nod toward Kennedy. “This was her brainchild. She and I had a really good talk on Christmas Eve. Maybe the best conversation we’ve ever had. It’s weird when your kids start to parent you. Our kids will have to grandparent me. I’ll be at an old age home when they’re Kennedy’s age.”

Fallon giggles, and it’s music to my ears. I keep getting lost in the smile that’s been on her face since she accepted my proposal.

Kennedy appears from nowhere, with Daylen annoyingly draped all over her. That motherfucker never stops touching her.

“Did I hear my name?” she asks.

Fallon nods. “You did. I understand this was all your idea.”

She shrugs. “I hate it when Mommy and Daddy fight. It was about fucking time you two got your shit together.”

I’m about to chastise my daughter when Fallon beats me to the punch. “Stop cursing. It’s uncouth. Don’t make me give you a timeout, young lady.”

Kennedy’s amused eyes meet mine before returning to Fallon. “Yes, Mommy. Should I call you Coach Mommy now?” She looks up at Daylen. “Am I officially a nepo baby?” she asks him excitedly.