Jess said, “We’re not assuming that any of this is going to last past our college years. All four of us want kids and we will be finding husbands once the guys our age stop acting like boys. I’m sure you’re both looking forward to grandkids.”
“Grandma Meg,” my sister groaned. “I’m not sure I’m ready for it.”
As I pulled our SUV into a spot in the parking lot, Jess asked, “I suppose that raises the question, what are the two of you going to do, when Amy and I have graduated and moved out and you no longer have us as a reason to live together? Do you separate or continue living together?”
I glanced over to Meg and sighed. “I don’t want to end things with you ever again, sis. I’ve said ‘no’ to you too often in our lives, mostly from fear. Be my secret sister-wife forever and ever?”
“Wasn’t I, already?” she asked.
“I suppose you were, but we’ve never actually said the words. Will you marry me, Meg?”
“Of course, my love.”