“I’m keeping my promise, too,” she murmurs.
“You’re not the one proposing, I am.” I groan, pulling her and the stupid bucket into me. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Elsa. You’ll be my wife. My family. My fucking home.”
She nods several times, tears shining in her eyes. “You’ll be my home, too, Aiden. Always.”
Always.
I crash my mouth to hers.
Elsa is mine.
Fucking mine.
Just like I’m hers.
Always.
Next up, I’m going to put a fucking baby in her.