Page 110 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Sam saw everything.

“Marry me.”

Sam’s other eye opened. “What?”

“Marry me. I know we’re mated, but I want the ceremony. I want our kids to be dressed up and see us say that we’ll love each other and them forever. I want our pack there, showing us their support. But mostly, I want to make sure you know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Sam reached out and grabbed his hand. “Well, when you put it that way. Yes, Vaughn. I’ll marry you.”

Vaughn leaned over and kissed him sweetly. “I love you.”

“You better.”

Ollie stumbled out before Vaughn could answer and climbed onto Vaughn’s lap. Emily clearly didn’t want to sleep in her bed, because she was out with them a minute later. Vaughn wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulder and let the kids sprawl all over them both. Sam tucked his head against Vaughn’s shoulder and let out a sleepy yawn.

“Sleep,” Vaughn said gently.

Sam relaxed against him, and Vaughn glanced out the window. He’d been looking for a perfect time, and he’d found it. He may not have had the world’s most romantic proposal—he was pretty sure Ollie had wiped his nose on Vaughn’s shirt earlier, and Jack was known to drool. Emily had spilled soup on him when she’d sneezed while trying to eat—but it didn’t matter. If they could take on six kids with the flu, they could take on the world.

As long as they were together, let the trouble come.