“There will be no prenup. In fact, I burned the one I made my father give your mother.”

“No, you don’t—” He stands, his mouth cutting me off. I moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. He doesn’t stop until we’re both breathless.

“If I’ve learned anything in the past three weeks, it’s that all of this means nothing if I don’t have you. I’d walk away from it all if you asked me.”

“Asher, you’re killing me here.” I sniffle. “I already said I’d marry you.”

“Didn’t ask.”

“There’s my jerk.”

He grabs my ass, lifting me up to carry me over to the bed. He sits me down. “What’s this?” He reaches into my back pocket, pulling out the test.

“Surprise.” He stares down at it for a long moment, his face unreadable. “Asher?”

“It worked.”

“It worked?” I ask, confused.

“Now you’re mine in every way.”

“You’re a crazy person.”

“Only since I met you. Crazy in love.”

Epilogue

Asher

“Honey.” Molly pokes her head into my office. Working from home was one of the best decisions I ever made. A lot has changed over the last five years. One being that my father has moved forward with his plans to build a new home for him and Grace. He’d been right, and I understand why he wanted a fresh start with his wife.

While this home might have had some shitty memories in it when it came to my mother, it had more good ones than bad for me. I grew up here. I remember my grandparents roaming the home, and some of my grandmother's touches are here and there even after we’d done a lot of renovations.

Most importantly, this is the home where I asked my wife to marry me. Where I’d gotten her pregnant and brought our first child home to. We’d even gotten married in the backyard. This home belonged to the Score family, and I wasn’t going to let someone like Heidi take that from us.

“Bringing me lunch?” I smirk. Molly rolls her eyes at me. I already had breakfast and her for dessert. “Come here,” I order her. She licks her lips, her eyes lighting up. Even after all these years, we can’t get enough of each other. I doubt we ever will.

“We don’t have time for this.” Even as she utters the words, she’s making her way over to my desk. I push back, making room for her. “I have to pick up Riley.” I reach up and brush the flour off her cheek.