Page 253 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

-Missy

George made a sound.

I tore my eyes away from the note and nearly dropped the package when I saw what was inside it.

“No fucking way,” I gawped, unable to help myself as George’s exuberance caused his gift to fly from the package and fall to the garage floor. A shiny silicone dildo rolled a few inches, tapping against my foot as it finally came to a stop.

George’s horror was soon replaced with good humor as he bent and grabbed the offending item.

“At least she didn’t put it in your backpack again,” I wheezed, trying tohold myself together even though I was currently dying.

“Small mercies,” George agreed, before he dissolved into giggles along with me.

We didn’t stop laughing for a long time.

And as reality set in, I couldn’t help but be grateful to Missy and her mischief—for June and her matchmaking. For Mrs. Milton, and George’s siblings—because they’d seen our potential and known we could bring each other bliss if only we let our guards down.

As George’s joy and mine mingled, that gaping black hole in my chest was missing.

I was full in a way I’d never been before.

Accepted in a way I hadn’t known was possible.

I knew life could be an uphill battle. That there would be twists and turns—unexpected events I couldn’t plan for—just like Missy’s package. But somehow, that felt exciting rather than intimidating.

Because I wasn’t facing things alone anymore.

I’d found the partner I’d always wanted.

My perfectly imperfect equal.

And I couldn’t help but come to the conclusion—good days or bad—that having George-Arthur Milton in my life made every day better than the last.Hewas my happy ending—my fussy, smothering, detail-oriented, high-maintenance,perfecthappy ending.

Snorty laugh, and all.

And I had Neil-the-dildo to thank for that.

THE END