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Every smiles again. “That’s my wife right there.”

Again, so corny.

But Lily-girl likes him, no, loves him, and that’s all that matters.

Amazing, just love—and totally not lust, mind you—at first sight at its finest.

“I do,” Lily announces out of nowhere, stars in her eyes, butterflies in her stomach.

“I didn’t ask,” he teases. “Not yet.”

He kisses her forehead chastely, his plush lips pressing her brow.

Then. “Wait, I might have missed a step, sugartits. Let me recite my speech, my proposal to you, shall I? I wrote this one all by myself and practiced in front of the mirror for days.”

That’s so sweet of him.

What a gentleman.

“Babe,” he starts, his deep voice husky with emotion. “I am just a lowly CEO werewolf shifter pack-leader. A mafia boss, cowboy, sad-boy guitarist, fae-knight, band frontman, firefighter, spy, hacker, vampire, stalker, lumberjack, regency rake, boy next door, hot cop, trillionaire boss, professor, bear shifter, biker, hockey player, dragon shifter, Highlander, alien, and Viking. But you, you’re you.

“You are you, Lily-girl, the most special girl on this planet, in this whole universe, and as far as the next one and the others to come. You are so different, so unlike all the other ordinary girls I have ever met in my quarter-of-a-century life. I am not perfect—far from it; I am an egoistical, mean, self-centered asshole. But you are perfection. The day I met you at this same old cafe, I knew I found my one and only. My sugartits.

“Would you grant me the highest honor and marry this self-obsessed CEO?”

He looks up at her, tears spilling from his blur-brown eyes.

“Yes.”

And just like in every other romance book, they lived happily ever after.

EPILOGUE: BASKETBALL TEAM

“Who wants some chicken nuggets and a chili burger?” Every asks with a wink, his heart smiling, and it doesn't even have a face.

Not unlike in most other romance books, the epilogue of this whimsical, unconventional tale is also in the male lead’s point of view, a contrast to the most part of the book being seen through the female lead’s wide doe eyes.

His three little clones run up to him, yelping as he tries to pick them up from the floor all at the same time. And most probably to stack onto his impossibly wide shoulders. After all, once a main love interest, always a main love interest, not that Every has anything to complain about.

If anything, he’s happier.

He smiles down at them, his dimples still dimpling like dumplings, as always, and has this classic monologue of ‘oh, I’m a father now, and I still can’t believe it.’ His lil’ family still stays at the same old penthouse overlooking the entire small town, with guest rooms which he hopes to fill with all his spawns one day.

If not, it is just too empty.

It feels like just yesterday that he was still fighting against Fernando, and contemplating exchanging his then girlfriend for a peace treaty. She’s his wife now, with marrying her being the greatest achievement he ever had, even better than when he won third grade spelling bee.

But today, he’s all domesticated, fucking his wife, raising his kids, growing his portfolio, and eating fast food every month, a delicacy introduced to him by Lily-girl. She seems to like it, so he likes it too.

“Lily, we still have two more vacant guest rooms,” he hollers out to his wife as his babies tackle him down to his minty-cool premium rug.

Same old, same old.

The manic pixie girl brewing coffee on the counter turns over to him. “And what, my man?”

Damn, her voice may be high enough to shatter thin wine glasses from time to time, but he can’t get enough of it.

A total romantic to his core, this asshole of a bad boy.