Page 803 of End Game

Probably to Ronan's room.

No one announces it.

They simply move in the direction that makes sense.

I look down at Cami.

Her eyes are almost closed.

“You ready for bed?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Words.”

She opens one eye. “Traitor.”

“Answer.”

“I can walk.”

I stand.

Then pick her up.

She squeaks and grabs my shoulders. “Griffin.”

“What?”

“There are two flights of stairs.”

“I know where your bedroom is.”

“You do not have to carry me.”

“I know.”

She wraps her arms around my neck anyway.

“You're such a show-off.”

“You married me.”

“That was for insurance.”

“Still legally binding.”

She laughs against my shoulder as I start upstairs.

“Plus, do you know what kind of tests I have to pass for work?”

By the second flight, my thighs are making it very clear that carrying an adult woman after everything else tonight was not necessarily the most intelligent choice I've ever made.

I am also far too committed to put her down now.

Cami lifts her head.

“You regretting this?”