“Bree,” he said, “I thought I was the one bringing something into your life. But you’ve already built something stronger than anything I imagined.”
He glanced at the kids, then back at me.
“I don’t just want to be part of it. I want to belong to it… with you.”
He dropped to one knee.
In his hand was the same ring.
“Will you marry me, Bree?”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Every sacrifice, every choice, every moment of love stood behind me.
“Yes,” I cried. “Of course I will.”
The kids erupted into cheers as he slipped the ring onto my finger. They rushed forward, pulling us into another loud, messy embrace.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t just the one holding everything together.
I was part of something that held me too.
“Guess I didn’t do too badly,” I whispered.
I had spent my life raising them.
I never realized they had been growing up… just to take care of me too.
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