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Dillon
When Laurel was ready, this time dressed in a pretty blue sundress that matched her eyes, we got in my car to go grab breakfast.
I knew she expected me to take her to the diner, or another restaurant, but it was Sunday, which meant family brunch. And I figured what better way to let Laurel know that I meant everything I said, that I loved her, and wanted to eventually marry her and have children, than to show my family that we were together.
“Isn’t this the way to your Aunt Annabeth’s?” she asked, turning in her seat to look at my profile.
I smiled and said, “Yup.”
“Oh my God, are we going to brunch?” Laurel asked, and her tone had me turning my head to look at her.
“Is that okay?” I asked, hoping she didn’t think it was too soon.
Laurel bit her lower lip and nodded.
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