“Yeah, I could be into it.” “Cool.” “You want me to get you a ring?” “Obviously. Just don’t make it as big as Allie’s. I’m not a psycho.” I bite my cheek to stop from laughing. “That’s it? That’s our proposal?” “I mean, we love each other and we’re having a baby. Isn’t that all that matters? Who needs speeches?” She’s right. “Who needs speeches,” I echo, grinning. “Now. Please.” I take her coffee mug and guide her toward the staircase. “Go back to bed. And don’t you dare get up on the roof while I’m gone.” “Can I at least do some vacuuming?”
