Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

That is until her fingers graze the velvet box and her eyes shoot to me. “No.” I chuckle. “You’re saying no already? I haven’t even asked.” “Malakai.” She tilts her head, her lip jutting out. “What is it?” Indy asks from behind me. Miller pulls out the small box just as I get down on one knee. “Let’s go!” Ryan cheers. “Miller Montgomery,” I begin, but she cuts me off before I can continue. She points at the tear that’s already falling down her face. “I hate you for this.” “It really wouldn’t be a proper proposal for us without you telling me how much you hate me, huh?” She laughs that watery laugh, and I carefully take the box from her hand. “Miller Montgomery⁠—” “Yes! The answer is yes.” “Okay,” I chuckle. “Thank you for the vote of confidence but I still got to get this out.” She hugs our son to her chest, her chin leaning on his head as I make this little speech to both of them. “I wanted to ask you the second you came back, but I was trying to give you the space to grow into this new life without asking too much of you. But I can’t wait any longer. There’s no one else I want to raise him, and hopefully a few more babies, with. You’re my closest friend and the person I have the most fun with. I love you, Miller, and I’m pretty envious that Max gets to call you Mom because I’d really like the opportunity to call you my wife.” She huffs a choked laugh. I open the box and Miller’s eyes dart to her dad when she sees the ring, clearly knowing its original intention. ...