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Roxie climbed into Marge’s lap, resting her blonde head of hair on Marge’s shoulder. “Can we watch, honey?”
The widows and I all passed a glance. Part of me wanted to keep our tradition the way it was ... just the four of us. But the other part of me wanted to welcome our new loves into the world we’d created. The world that had led each of us to them.
“I’m okay with it if you all are,” I said with a shrug.
“Fine by me.” Marge agreed.
“Of course. We’re married. We share everything.” Doris smiled.
“You want to see how the magic happens?” Alice asked Alejandro.
“You know I do, Cariño.” He slid into the chair behind her, pulling her up against his chest.
“Okay. Here we go!” I squealed as Tom and Axel settled onto the chaise lounges beside Doris and me.
Tom slung an arm around my shoulder. “So, who goes first? How does this work?”
“Whoever did the last wish draws the next one,” Alice said. “Since Sylvie was last, that means she picks the next wish.”
“And none of you know what the other wishes are?” Axel asked.
“Nope.” We echoed.
“And you all have to do the wish together, right? Whatever it is?” Roxie asked.
“Yep.” We responded together again.
“Wow. That’s ballsy.” Alejandro laughed. “But I think all of us can be very grateful you ladies started this because, without this wishing basket, none of us would be here.”
“True story,” Tom agreed. “I’d probably have never seen her again if it weren’t for all of you.”
“I’ll always be grateful Alice’s wish brought you to me.” Roxie gave Marge a kiss.
“And I’ll keep Sylvie in my prayers every night, thanking her for delivering me my own little angel,” Axel said, then gave his blushing bride a kiss.
I looked around at the faces of the people I held so dear, thinking back on all the memories of when they’d come into my life. First the widows, then Roxie. Axel came next, then Tom, of course. And finally, Alejandro had been the final missing piece to complete the puzzle of our happy little world ... a world created by the Wilder Widows.
“You ready?” Tom asked me. “It’s your pick, right?”
I lifted the lid off the basket. “I’m ready. Here we go.”
Everyone leaned forward, anticipation growing in their eyes as my heart raced, waiting to find out our next adventure. I reached in, felt the little piece of paper, and pulled it between my fingertips. When I got a good grip, I pulled it out and looked at the name on the outside.
Marge.
“Well?” Alice asked, leaning forward with Alejandro. “Who is it?”
I held it up and said, “Marge.”
“Yes!” She leaped up, pumping her fist in the air. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Doris pressed her hands together and closed her eyes. “No killer animals. No killer animals. No killer animals.”
“Here we go. Prepare to kiss your wife goodbye before Marge tries to kill me,” Alice said to Alejandro, and he gave her a quick kiss.
“Well, what is it?” Tom asked, giving me a nudge.
I inhaled a deep breath, relishing the familiar excitement that crackled through me every time we did this and knowing I’d feel it again as we continued our Wilder Widows tradition for years to come.
