All Yours, Daddies
“Yes, yes, oh my God, yes!”
They’re on their feet in an instant, and I don’t even know who kisses me first. It’s a tangle of hands and mouths and laughter and tears. Ronan’s arms around my waist, Malachi’s hand in my hair, Jaxon’s forehead pressed against mine.
“I want to see them,” I demand, pulling back just enough to look at the rings.
Ronan goes first, slipping a platinum band on my left ring finger.
The center stone is teardrop-shaped, surrounded by tiny diamonds that make it look like it’s floating. But it’s the color that steals my breath: deep crimson, almost scarlet.
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