by Tosha Damaya
Jonathan shook his head. “I hope so. I want to take care of my future wife and the baby. Be happy.”
“Future wife?” Johari asked, eyebrows raised.
Jonathan smiled. “I want you to marry me, be my baby, my wifey.”
“Amen to that,” Sierra commented.
Johari nodded. “I can do that.” They sealed the deal with a kiss. The group applauded in celebration.
Zeke raised his glass. “To family.”
“Family,” they all repeated as their glasses connected.
The End
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