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Millions.

“No,” my voice is quiet.

“Okay, well you have my number,” she looks up at me and smiles before averting her gaze to Keaton, “and we will see you and Arizona at eight a.m. tomorrow morning?”

“We will be there, New York-Presbyterian?”

She shakes her head from side to side.

“No, can you bring her to Ancien St. Clair's? I would like her monitored there.”

“Of course.”

“Wonderful,” she stands as we do, Keaton's fingers linked with mine as Kyra shows us out. “Enjoy your evening and I will see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” I say, dipping my head as we walk out of the doctor’s office and onto the sidewalk. I pause for a moment, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply as I fill my lungs with the cold, fresh air. The winter sun on my face and honestly, it's never felt as good as it does now.

“You okay?” Keaton asks.

“Perfect,” I grumble.

“Let me date you tonight, we have never been on a date. We're married, well... at least I think we are,” Keaton's words slice through me, bringing me back down to reality with a thud.

“We are... it's just been a little...” I pause.

“I know.”

My eyes fall to his chest and my heart aches knowing he is wearing my wedding band around his neck.

“I'm sorry I have never spent the time actually dating you though, we sort of just skipped that part,” he runs his hand round the back of his neck, his lips lifting at one side.

“We did, didn't we,” I scrunch my nose as I focus on him. Green eyes soft, hair wavy and styled, brown stubble with flecks of grey scattered through like salt and pepper, high cheek bones and devilishly handsome as always.

“Ari,” he pulls me back to him.

“Mmhm,” I hum just as his fingers lace through mine, his body pressed against mine.

“Be mine? In every single fucking way, please,” the last word drips off his tongue like a beg, “Be my girlfriend, my wife, my soulmate, my best friend.”

My eyes dance with his, my heart beating along to the same rhythm as his.

“Always,” I smile through my whisper of an answer.

And right there, on the sidewalk of sixth avenue, Keaton Mills, my dad's best friend finally asked me to be his. It didn't matter that we were both already legally bound. This moment right here meant so much more.

I was his. He was mine.

Always. Infinite. Forever.

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

KEATON

Ari is dressed to the nines. Black mid length dress that hugs every single curve and high black stilettos that are enough to make me weep.

She perches herself on the edge of the seventh step, and I am knelt on the bottom. My mind flashes back to our night on the stairs, the night she told me she was moving out, the same night she told me to fucking crawl and I did it. I'm not even ashamed. Not even now. I would fucking crawl anywhere she asked me to.

Her foot presses against my chest, white shirt between my skin and her shoe. My fingers fumble with the delicate strap that wraps around her ankle and once buckled, I lean down and place a soft kiss on her exposed ankle. I repeat with her other foot. Helping her up, I guide her down the stairs but stop her from stepping off the bottom one.