"Wait, is this really happening?"
He chuckled and started again, opening the ring box up. "Sasha Harris. Your dad gave us his blessing, so I can finally pull out the ring I've been carrying around in my pocket for the last week."
She clapped her hands over her mouth and started crying.
"I was going to wait until Wreck inducted you into the Crew this weekend, but I can't go another day overthinking what I'll say to you. It's simple, what I want to tell you. I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always care about your day, and want the best for you, and I'll always obsess over whether the road ahead of you is clear. I'll clear it. You are what I want. Bad days, good days, boring days, chaos days, I want all of them. With you." He inhaled a steadying breath. "Will you marry me?"
She fell onto him and hugged him so tight. He could feel her nodding against the side of his neck.
"Woman, I think you're supposed to say the answer out loud."
"Yes! Yes, yes, yessy-yes yeserton, forever yes, a trillion-billion times yes!" She eased back and cupped his cheeks, and he'd never seen more potent happiness in anyone's eyes. He'd caused that joy, and whooo, this feeling pounding inside of his chest.
This was right.
This was the move.
This was the moment where no matter what, everything was going to be okay, and that other shoe was glued on for always. No more waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He belonged to Sasha, and for the rest of his days, he would make sure she wore smiles like this one.
Someone tackled them from the side, and he laughed as Timber hugged them up tight on the snowy patio. When he looked up at Wreck, the Alpha had let his phone drop to his side, and he wore this little proud smile. He nodded in respect, and Reed could read so much from that.
He'd done good bringing the girls' parents here.
He'd done good giving effort to fix the broken relationship, or give them closure, whichever the Harrises chose.
Life wasn't going to be perfect, because that's not how the world worked.
But it was going to be as good as they made it, as a Crew.
Sasha was straddling him, eyes bright as he slid the ring onto her finger, and Timber was sitting beside them with her legs crossed, hands clasped in front of her face, eyes full of tears, looking happy, and this was a damn good moment.
The others in the Cold Foot Crew were due to meet them here any minute, and they would spend the night celebrating his promise to Sasha tonight.
For the first time in as long as he could remember, he knew without a doubt where he belonged—with her, right here.