(Jason's POV)
"Jason." Her voice has the careful quality of someone who is putting together the pieces and wants to confirm the picture before she reacts to it. "What are we doing here?"
I look at her. "Getting married, of course. What else?"
She stares at me, stunned.
Rose tugs my hand. "Are we getting married too?"
I bark back a laugh. "No, sweetheart. You're witnesses. That's a very important job."
Rose straightens immediately, nodding solemnly.
Forty minutes later we walk out into the late afternoon light with a marriage certificate and a prenuptial agreement and two children who are now arguing about whether witnesses get a special sticker.
Caroline is holding the prenuptial agreement in both hands, reading it for the third time, and she has the expression of someone who has b
