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  “I’ve got something that I want to show you,” I tell her, regulating my breathing to remain calm.

  “Did you find a new special room in the house?” She laughs as I did find a door that was covered to a basement in the kitchen. Which is strange, because there aren’t many basements in California.

  “Just wait, come with me.” I hold my hand out to her and lead her around the corner and up the stairs.

  “Okay, are you ready?” I turn and look at her.

  “What’s going on, Max, you’re acting weird. Did you finally add a bed and stuff in here? Wanna share your manly decoration skills or something.”

  “Close your eyes,” I say and with a pout, she does. I take her hand again in mine and bring her into the center of the room slowly. “Okay, keep them closed.”

  I turn on the light and then return to stand in front of her and take a deep breath.

  I look around the room once more and then tell her to open her eyes.

  My hands are still gripping onto hers and I’m watching the wheels in her head spin as she takes in the room. I release her hands as she begins to turn in place.

  “What’s all this?” she asks as Scout comes into the room, sniffing around the edges around the spare bedroom.

  “I know that you have a thing for all things calendars and I thought it would be a memorable way to ask you something.”

  She places a hand on her hips and looks at me. “Should I be more nervous than I am right now?”

  “No, not at all. Okay, so this is something I’ve wanted to do since moving to Los Angeles, and I couldn’t think of a better way to make it something that you will remember,” I smile, prolonging asking her.

  After a few seconds of silence, she rolls her eyes.

  “Okay, the suspense is killing me.” She bounces on the tips of her toes in anticipation.

  “Will you move in with me?”

  Epilogue

  “This one time in Vegas, I accidentally got married.”

  Three Years Later

  “I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says.

  I lean forward at the same time that Max does, and we meet in the middle. Our joined hands wrap around one another for a brief moment and then we pull apart, not wanting to gross everyone out with a full on make-out session like we did last night at the rehearsal dinner.

  We invited thirty people, and each one of them stand up and clap as we turn to face them. With our hands up in the air, there is barking from Scout in combination with hoots and hollers while we walk down the aisle past our guests.

  We held our wedding in our backyard in the late afternoon. There were string lights hanging above the entire space, and “L” shape table along the edges of the property for our dinner. We had white flowers throughout the space, to stand out amongst the teal of the house and the green of the grass. The setting couldn’t be more perfect, and yet today—it is.

  We made it.

  Even though our wedding was legal in Vegas three years ago, only our closest friends knew about it. I knew that Max’s mom and sister wouldn’t be too pleased if we told them we got married when I first met them when Max flew them both out to LA for Thanksgiving. So, we kept the fact that we were already married to ourselves and our friend group, but got re-married on the exact same day that we did before.

  That was Max’s brilliant idea. I’m pretty sure that it was a way that he would be able to play it safe with only having to remember one anniversary date. I mean, it is the day we met, our first date and the day we got married twice all in one date.

  Standing in a circle with Max’s friends and mine with a shot glass in our hands as we wait for Marcus to give his little speech.

  “I knew from the moment that this man mentioned he was married that it wasn’t a mistake, but a blessing. Max turned from the workaholic to the guy who realized that he was missing out, and I thank you, Peyton for being the drunk girl dancing on a table in the VIP section to help him realize what he’s been missing the whole time. To Peyton and Max!” Marcus smiles.

  We all hold the shot glasses up then take our shots.

  “My turn! My turn!” Quinn says excitedly.

  “Another round of shots!” Jason says, turning and holding up his hand to the bartender behind us, stationed against the house.

  He turns around with a drink platter a moment later and smiles as he gives us all a shot.

  “I want to thank you, Max, for moving here to Los Angeles. For giving our girl here the best love of her life and then letting us actually come to the party this time! Cheers to the official married couple!” She holds up her shot glass and then we all take our shots.

  “Okay, no more shots. I want to be able to properly walk by the end of the night, and not have my wedding be another blackout.” Max waves his hand as Jason looks like he was going to go next.

  Jason pouts playfully and Max shakes his head.

  “Hey Jason, why don’t we go and tear up that dance floor? I need to dance, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to be my partner in crime tonight,” Quinn steps forward and holds out her hand to him. He looks at it, smiles and then takes it.

  “See ya suckers!” he says trailing behind my best friend.

  After that, our group disperses, leaving Max and myself alone.

  “Hey, I can finally call you Mrs. Addison outside of the house. I can call you wifey, and out of any of those other things, Mrs. Addison is and will always be my favorite though.” Max smiles as he steps closer to me and wraps his arm around my waist as we stand side by side watching the small crowd gathered in our backyard while music plays from our outdoor sound system and people dance here and there.

  “That’s true, Mr. Addison.” I lean my head against his shoulder.

  “You know, after Marcus’s wedding, the guys and I were sitting around, playing poker, shooting the shit and drinking. We were talking about marriage and trying to not be super poetic. But I remember vaguely saying something about the length of time, and when you know, you know.”

  “Oh yeah?” I look up at him. “And what would that amazing bit of knowledge be?”

  “I said something like, when I find my someone, I’ll be a goner. And my darling wife, from the moment that I re-met you, I was yours. I was definitely a goner.” He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.

  “You were pretty smitten with me,” I tease.

  “Even when you tried to divorce me, I knew I wouldn’t let you go.” He turns and faces me, both his hands sliding around my waist.

  “I don’t know what I did right to deserve you,” I whisper as his lips meet mine for a gentle kiss.

  “I’ll tell you what you did, you apparently talked me into marrying you, then made me fall in love with you and your crazy witchcrafty ways, then got me to marry you all over again.” He smirks.

  I hear the clinking of several forks against glass and smile.

  “Mr. Addison, they want us to kiss,” I tell him.

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint our adoring fans.”

  And we didn’t.

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  About the Author

  I am a contemporary romance author who is all about the feels, with the twists of sexy mixed in between. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing has always been a passion, that was kept it under wraps, stayed on the back-burner and never vocalized or followed through with my desire to be a writer, until I read a horrible book and thought: ‘I could do better than that!’

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