Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Tiffanie was probably feeling the same way at that moment.

Here they were, two people carrying their own hidden struggles, laying bare their deepest wounds to each other. They held on tight, finding comfort in each other's arms. The guy was quickly bundled into the police car, still kicking up a fuss and spewing curses that even the cops were tired of hearing.

Once peace settled back in, Mason let go of Tiffanie's ears and sighed softly.

"What do you feel like eating tonight?" he asked.

Tiffanie was still gripping his shirt, silent.

Mason gave her a gentle pat on the back. "How about I cook something special? We can have a movie night in."

That got her attention. She blinked her tearful eyes and looked up at him. "Seen any good movies lately?"

In that moment, she seemed so delicate, like she might break at the slightest touch.

Growing up, she had been surrounded by people who were twisted and dark, never really learning what love was.

Mason's heart ached for her. It felt like he'd spent his whole life saving up all his tenderness just for her.

"I'm not sure, but let's hold off on buying more furniture. I'll set up the home theater soon. Then I'll make some snacks, and we can munch while we watch." Tiffanie felt a bit lighter, like she'd just let go of a heavy load. "Okay, can I have some pretzels? And maybe a fruit platter? Oh, and can you make popcorn?" She glanced down at her stomach. "Mason, do you think I've gained weight?"

Mason wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. "Nah, you look perfect. A little extra just makes you cuter."

His words lit up her face with a smile. "Then I'll watch you cook."

Mason nodded, heading inside, tying an apron around his waist before washing his hands and getting to work.

Tiffanie, not much of a cook,

fluttered around him, stealing a few pieces of popcorn when he wasn't

looking. They were asn't

Mason

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hes a natural in the kitchen

Even if he was trying a new recipe, he could make it taste amazing just by following a video.

He whipped up a bunch of snacks in no time, but Tiffanie, nibbling the whole time, was nearly stuffed.

Mason carried everything to the coffee table in their makeshift cinema and dimmed the lights. Tiffanie, not a big movie fan and feeling full, declined the popcorn Mason offered. "I'm stuffed." Mason set the popcorn aside, taking his time. "How about we take a little walk to digest?"

Tiffanie didn't catch his drift until she found herself gently nudged onto the couch, her cheeks turning pink. Mason's hand rested on her stomach, feeling its fullness. "Yep, definitely full."

Tiffanie squirmed, trying to get away, but he held her legs.

"Let's go get our marriage license tomorrow," he said.

Tiffanie froze, wondering if she'd heard right.

Mason gave her cheek a playful pinch. "I want to get married soon. Everything I have is yours. Just promise you won't leave me

Her voice softened, "Okay."

Mason smiled, calling her "my wife."

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Tiffanie felt a tingle all over, curious about when Mason had picked up such cheeky habits.