Lewis

One week later…

“Let’s get married,” I blurt, rubbing her back from my side of the bed.

Ryan’s hand flies to her mouth as she coughs. She rolls to face me.

I find surprise when my eyes lock on hers.

“I’d like to be married when the twins arrive,” I admit. “The last month or two of the pregnancy will be hectic with Ian’s treatments and the babies might arrive early. I think it’s better to do it sooner, rather than later,” I ...