“Pancakes today, huh?” I ask, smiling as I come up behind Oliver and comb my hands through his shaggy dark hair. “Means it’s gonna be a good day,” Rhys answers, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Right, boys?” “Yep,” Liam sings, taking a gargantuan bite of pancakes dripping with syrup and bopping in his seat like he’s dancing to music. “Gonna be a good day ’cause Rhys is asking you to marry—” Rhys’s hand plops over Liam’s mouth while I feel a thud of Oliver kicking Liam under the table. Liam looks thoroughly embarrassed and apologetic as he swallows and ducks his head. “Sorry.”
