“Of course. But first, there’s something you should see,” he said, reaching for his phone in his discarded swim trunks. “Your dad gave his blessing,” He opened a photo.
“Oh. Dom,” I breathed.
It was a selfie of Dominic and Dad. My dad was grinning and holding the open ring box.
“I went every day and asked him until it was a good day,” Dominic said softly.
And I was back to nodding and crying again.
“This hormone thing,” he said, gently wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “How long does it last?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” I sobbed.