(Sabrina's POV)
"Alright, buddy," Ethan says after Jake has shown him six different pieces. "I need to get back to this meeting. But I'll call you both when I'm at the airport, okay?"
"Okay. Love you, Dad."
"Love you too, Jake."
Jake hands me the phone and runs off to his room, probably to work on more art.
Leaving me alone with Ethan's face on my screen.
"Better?" he asks.
"Better."
"Good. Now go do whatever brides do the night before their wedding. Relax. Get some sleep. Dream about how amazing tomorrow is going to be."
"What are you going to dream about?"
"You. Walking down that aisle toward me. Finally making this official."
"It's already pretty official. We've been living together for months."
"Not in the way that matters." He pauses. "I can't wait to call you my wife."
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