(George’s POV)
I had pictured this moment so many times and was scared each time I pictured it that it would never happen.
I pictured Diane, looking up at me with those sharp eyes of hers, finally saying the words I had been waiting for. But now that it was real, it felt like the breath had been stolen from my lungs.
She said yes.
Not just to be my Luna—but to do it after she had her child. No, our child. Ours.
That part mattered. It wasn’t a simple yes. It wasn’t a promise of love or forever. It was a choice with limits like she was giving me just enough to keep going but not so much that I could take her for granted.
And yet it was enough for me because that was way better than not having her at all. I still vividly remember how my heart broke anytime she rejected me.
I sat besid
