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“Look who’s here, Uncle Hayes.” Beefcake sauntered over from behind me. I had to bite back a laugh when I turned around to see him standing there in his gray joggers, but he was no longer wearing his hoodie. He had a bare chest, which he didn’t have five minutes ago, so clearly, he’d heard a woman’s voice and decided to take off his sweatshirt. It was a very Beefcake move to do that.
“Get the fuck away from my wife,” I growled, as I moved across the room and stood beside her.
“You’re more than my best friend, Sav. I like coming home to you. I like knowing you’re in my bed, even when I’m not there with you. Knowing that you’re waiting for me. Knowing that everyone thinks you’re mine. Because you are mine, Savannah Woodson. And I know you only married me because you had to, and I’m not the guy you’d choose in a different situation because I can’t give you all the things that you want. But I fucking love you. And even if you divorce me in a few months, I’d still want to date you.”
“My Sunny is the best doctor and the best baker and the best mama around,” Cutler said, and I didn’t miss the way Emerson’s hand went to her chest as if she were overwhelmed by the sentiment.
I want you to be mine. I want to grow old with you. I want to watch you chase your dreams and support you every step of the way. I want you, Sav. I want us.” I used the pads of my thumbs to swipe the falling tears away. “I want a life with you.”
So, if this is done, you’re going to need to tell me right here. Right now. And then you’re going to have to convince me that there’s a reason we don’t belong together, because I don’t see it. I love you so fucking much, and it’s killing me that you’re pulling away.”