Chapter 239 Garvril

• Gavril
• I released one of her hands to pull out the ring that I had tucked into my pocket this morning, holding it up for her to see. “Last time I married you, I gave you another woman’s name. This time, I want to marry you, Naomi Spencer. I want it to be fucking official that you are mine, that you carry my last name.” It was something I had wrestled with, knowing that Naomi really didn’t care either way. In her heart, we were married, and in mine, she was mine for the rest of my life.
• But I wanted her to have the wedding day she had dreamed of. I wanted her to know that there was no doubt in my mind who I wanted as my wife, my partner, the mother of my children. I wanted to erase the farce that had brought us together and replace it with happy memories. “Will you marry me?”