Deacon’s POV
I was tapping my fingers on a placed down leather partition in the backseat of the car with my eyes looking outside, watching the drifting shadows of the trees and roads we passed by.
“That's a nice smile in there,” Tyson pointed out, looking through me with the rear view mirror.
My smile got even bigger, but I sent him a glare in between, making him clear his throat and continue focusing on his driving instead.
Who wouldn’t be wearing a huge smile as I do when the woman I had always dreamt of marrying just said yes to me? Yes, it might not be in a conventional way or out of love, but knowing she had that part of her ready to be with me made me happy.
What brought me more happiness was how she was the one who opened the idea of not having a divorce.
But the joy I felt sl
