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[Jasmine's POV] Saturday morning, I'm making breakfast with both girls "helping"-which means flour everywhere, eggshells in the batter, and chaos that would make a health inspector weep. But their laughter fills the kitchen, and I'm covered in ingredients I'll spend an hour cleaning up, and it's perfect. This is my life. Messy kitchen, sticky children, man I love watching from the doorway with soft eyes that make my stomach flip. It's not glamorous. It's not the unconventional story I thought I was writing when I started this journey. But it's mine. Real, solid, uncomplicated mine.

And I wouldn't trade it for anything. "Girls, can you come here for a second?" Liam's voice cuts through the chaos. Chloe and Zoe abandon the mixing bowl immediately, drawn by something in his tone. They crowd around him, flour-covered hands leaving prints on his jeans. He kneels, getting eye-level with them. His hands are shaking slightly-I notice because I know him, know every microexpression and tell. "I want to ask your mommy something important. But I need your permission first." His voice is steady despite the tremor in his hands.

The girls exchange looks-that twin telepathy they've perfected. "Are you going to ask her to marry you?" Chloe demands, no preamble or subtlety. "Maybe. Would that be okay?" He searches their faces, genuinely asking. Making them part of this decision. "YES!" Both shriek simultaneously, loud enough to rattle windows. Liam reaches into his pocket, pulls out a simple velvet box. The motion is slow, deliberate. Then he turns to me, and I'm frozen mid-motion-spatula in hand, flour on my face, probably looking ridiculous. "Jasmine Harlow." My full name, formal and weighted.

"I've loved you since the day you walked into my office five years ago. I've watched you be the strongest person I know. The best mother. The most talented songwriter." My eyes are already burning with tears I refuse to let fall. "And somehow, impossibly, you chose me. Will you make it official? Marry me?" He opens the box, revealing a simple diamond ring that catches kitchen light. I'm crying. The girls are crying. Everyone's crying and I haven't even answered yet. "Liam-" My voice breaks. "I know you're scared. I know you've been hurt. But I'm not them. I'm me.

And I will choose you every single day for the rest of my life. I promise." The conviction in his voice is absolute. "So will you? Marry me?" I set down the spatula with shaking hands. Cross to him in three steps, drop to my knees so we're level. My hands frame his face, and he's looking at me like I hold his entire future. "Yes." The word comes clear, certain, completely honest. "Yeah?" Hope and joy war across his expression. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." I'm crying harder now, words coming through tears. "Every day.

I'll choose you every day." He stands, pulling me up with him, and slides the ring onto my finger. Perfect fit-he must have measured while I slept, sneaky and romantic and so him it makes my chest ache. Then he kisses me while the girls cheer. Deep, thorough, the kind of kiss that promises forever and means it. "We're getting married!" Zoe yells, jumping up and down. "Mommy's getting married!" Chloe echoes, grabbing her sister's hands. They dance around the kitchen in an impromptu celebration. The pancakes are definitely burning-I can smell them-but nobody cares.

This moment is perfect in its imperfection, chaos and joy and family. My family. Not borrowed or shared or theoretical. Actually, legally, completely mine. After the girls are occupied-bribed with YouTube videos while we "talk"-Liam pulls me aside. Into the living room where we can see them but have privacy. "You said yes." He's still processing, like he expected a different answer. "I did." I hold up my hand, watch the diamond catch light. "No hesitation?" His hands find my waist, pull me close. "Maybe a little." Honest, because we promised each other honesty. "But mostly... certainty.

You're it for me, Liam. You've always been it." He cups my face, and the tenderness there makes my throat tight. "I'm going to spend every day proving you chose right." "You already do." I kiss him softly. "Every morning you wake up here. Every night you come home. Every time you choose us-me and the girls-completely. You prove it." "I love you." Simple words, weighted with everything. "I love you too." I lean into him. "My fiancé." "Your fiancé." He grins.

"I like the sound of that." "Better than boyfriend." "So much better." He kisses me again, and we stand there swaying slightly, drunk on the moment. That night, after the girls are finally in bed-overtired and overexcited but eventually asleep-we FaceTime Leo and Maya. Both answer immediately, faces filling the screen. "Hey! What's-" Maya starts. I hold up my hand, letting the ring speak for itself. "FUCKING FINALLY!" Leo shouts loud enough that I check to make sure the girls didn't wake. "I thought you'd never figure it out!" "Figure what out?" I laugh at his enthusiasm.

"That he's your person. Always was." Leo's grin is wide, genuine. "From day one, Jazz. We all saw it except you." Maya's crying happy tears. "I'm so happy for you! When's the wedding?" "We haven't talked about-" I start. "Soon. Small. Just us and the people who matter." Liam's beside me now, arm around my shoulders, claiming me on camera. The certainty in his voice makes me smile. "Perfect." "Perfect," Maya agrees, wiping her eyes. "You deserve this. Both of you." We talk for another hour-wedding plans, logistics, their excitement.

Leo volunteers to handle music, Maya insists on helping with flowers. It feels real now, concrete plans emerging from abstract future. After we hang up, Liam pulls me into bed. We're both too excited to sleep, adrenaline still buzzing. "Can't believe you said yes," he murmurs against my hair. "Can't believe it took you this long to ask." I grin in the darkness. "I was waiting for you to be ready." His hand finds mine, threads our fingers together. "For you to really see me. Not as one of four, but as the one." "You were always the one." The admission comes easy.

"I just didn't let myself know it." "And now?" "Now I'm letting myself." I squeeze his hand. "Choosing simple instead of complicated. Choosing you instead of trying to choose everyone." "We're getting married." He says it like he's testing the words. "We're getting married." I confirm, and the certainty of it settles warm in my chest. Not the unconventional love story I thought I was writing. But better-real and solid and sustainable. Two people building a life together, raising children together, choosing each other daily. "September fifteenth," Liam says suddenly.

"That's the date I want." "That's less than two months away." I calculate quickly. "I know. Is that too soon?" I think about it-really think. About planning a wedding in seven weeks, coordinating schedules, managing expectations. About marrying this man who's been my partner through every impossible thing. "No." The answer comes certain. "It's perfect." "Perfect," he echoes. And lying there in the dark, ring on my finger and future stretching ahead, I finally understand what everyone else saw. This was always where we were heading.

Through five years of complications, through polyamorous dreams that couldn't sustain, through heartbreak and healing and learning what we actually need. We were always heading here. To this moment. This choice. This simple, uncomplicated, perfect love. "I'm going to be your wife," I whisper. "You're going to be my wife." His voice holds wonder. The girls will be flower girls. Asher and Finn will come, bearing witness to the end of one era and beginning of another. Elena and Sienna will be there too-extended family woven into our strange, beautiful tapestry.

And I'll walk down some aisle in some venue wearing white and promising forever to the man who waited patiently while I figured out that forever doesn't have to be complicated. It just has to be real. "September fifteenth," I confirm. Perfect. Virgin Dot Com