When I’m satisfied I have her attention, I clear my throat. “Wren Turner,” I start, keeping it simple, “will you marry me?”
Her eyes glow with fresh tears. She smiles through them and nods fervently. “Yes,” she breathes as though she’s been holdingher answer in for ages. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”
She falls into my arms and I pull her onto my lap. We kiss so long and so passionately that for a moment, I lose all sight ofwhere we are. It isn’t until Wren breaks away breathlessly that I realize we’re still in this cursed f*****g hospital.
I wipe away Wren’s happy tears and then slip the ring onto her finger. It’s a perfect fit. If Bee were here, she would call it
“Wow,” Wren breathes, staring at the ring on her finger. “It’s heavy.”
“Nothing but the best for my wife.”
“Future wif
