"Let’s be honest for one more second," Olivia sniffles. "He would think no one was good enough for her."
I can’t help but laugh at her. "He isn’t wrong," I say. "I don’t know how I got as lucky as I did to get her not to only fall in love with me once but twice. I’m the luckiest man in the world and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure that she knows how lucky I am." I look down at my feet. "I know that you don’t believe me and I’ve broken your trust. I know that I won’t have your blessing right now, but I hope in time I will get it."
"Does that mean that if we don’t give you our blessing, you won’t ask her to marry you?" Casey says.
"As much as it hurts me to say this." I swallow, knowing that if he didn’t want to shoot me before, he might want to now. "I’m going to ask her to marry me regardless of your blessing."
"Well, then," he says, looking at his wife, then looking at me. "Since you put it like that. I’ll put it like this. If you hurt her again." He’s about to say something when Olivia puts her hand in front of his mouth.
"I’ll hand you the gun myself," I declare, and he throws his head back and laughs loud.
Chapter 28
Harlow
"Travis!" Shelby yells his name. "She’s here," I hear when I get out of the car and look over at my parents parking behind me.
"Hey," I greet, putting my hand over my eyes to see her and smiling when Travis comes out of the house. He walks down the steps at the same time that my parents get out of the truck, and my brothers pull up behind them in another truck.
"You’re here," he says. When he gets close enough, he puts his hands on my face and bends to kiss me. "Hi," he adds between kisses.
"Romeo," Clarabella says from behind us. "You want to get out of the way so we can get the things unpacked."
"Yeah, that sounds good,” Reed says, getting out of the truck. "You go and direct us and we will bring out the boxes."
"Um, Harlow," Presley says. "Besides two hot married brothers, do you perhaps have any available cousins?"
I shake my head and laugh as I walk up the steps to what my new home will be. This past week has been bittersweet. I’ve said goodbye to my family, and even though I said I wasn’t saying goodbye, I got sad thinking that I wouldn’t see them every day. We walk into the house, and I look around, seeing it almost empty.
"Oh my God," my mother says from behind me. "Um, honey." She looks over at Travis, then around the bare room. "Did you live here?" she asks, stepping in just as shocked as I am.
"He did," Clarabella shares. "Trust me, it’s better now than before." My mother looks at him and then at me with tears in her eyes.
"What the hell?” Quinn says, carrying in two boxes. "Were you robbed?"
"As if anyone wanted his stuff," Shelby says, laughing.
"I didn’t know how you felt about my stuff," Travis says. "So I got rid of it, and tomorrow we can go and pick out all new stuff."
"Oh my God," my father says when he hears my mother squeal.
"Great, now you’ve done it," I mumble to Travis when my mother rushes over to us.
"I’ll do it," she says, looking around, taking out her phone. "Leave it to us. It’ll be our present to you."
"You did it now," Reed says from behind Quinn. "You’ve woken the beast."
"You." My mother points at Reed. "Who did your house?"
"Mom, we had to baby-proof glass tables," he says, dropping the box. "And everything was white."
"It was neutral, and it’s fine," she hisses out and then looks at my father. "You see what you did. You did this." She puts her hands on her hips. "You turned them like this."
"Me?" My father points at himself. "How did this become about me? All I’m doing is moving my only daughter six hours away from me."
Now Quinn and Reed both groan out. "Here we go,” Reed grumbles. "Can we unload the truck before it gets dark out, because I have to get back to the kids."
It takes them two hours to unload all the boxes, and when I turn around, there are boxes everywhere that furniture should be. I hug my parents and brothers and fight back the tears, telling them I’m going to go and see them next week. When they finally drive away from me, I turn and bury my face in Travis’s chest. "Don’t cry." He rubs my back, and I hear a car pull up in the driveway. I turn and see his mother getting out of the car. "I brought food," she says, walking to the trunk and taking out two takeout bags. "I figured you guys would be hungry."