Regan shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around it. “But – but it’s your birthday weekend. I was going to propose to you!” “I kind of figured that,” Emma allowed, with a cute, small smile. “And I figured that I’d beat you to the punch, so what better way to do it than this? A complete and total surprise.” “I’ll freaking say!” Regan’s hands, braced on Emma’s shoulders, squeezed as she bounced on her tiptoes. “Did you have to do it by making me think I totally fucked up? Also, how did you do that?”
