All Yours, Daddies
We take turns each with our vows, and by the time we’re done, there’s tears in Sarah’s eyes, and mine, and Jaxon’s.
“The rings,” the priest prompts.
We each have a ring for her. Simple bands that stack together. White gold, rose gold, and platinum. Each one engraved with our initials and the date.
Ronan slides his on first. “With this ring, I thee wed.”
Jaxon next. “With this ring, I thee wed.”
Then me. “With this ring, I thee wed.”
Three rings. Three promises. Three forevers.
When it’s Sarah’s turn, her little ring bearer appears with three boxes each.
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