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He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. “So, about us…” he began, the words hanging in the air.
I shifted, suddenly feeling nervous, and looked up, meeting their eyes. “What about us?”
Connor exchanged a glance with Caden, a silent conversation passing between them. “We’ve been talking over the last few days,” Connor admitted, running a hand through his hair. “About what we want, about you.”
I felt a mixture of hopeful excitement and rising apprehension. What if they didn’t want me? What if this was their way of telling me that they got what they wanted, and now they were going to send me on my way?
“And?” I replied, my voice shaking from my sudden case of nerves.
Caden sighed. “We all want to be together. But we’re not exactly sure how it should work. Should I marry you, and Connor be your side piece… or the reverse? Should neither of us marry you and we stay just like we are? We’re not sure, and both of us wanted to talk to you about it.”
My nerves got the best of me, and I was silent for a long moment. It didn’t seem like they wanted to get rid of me, which was a massive relief, but they also didn’t seem sure about things, either.
But fuck, I didn’t need the rest of society telling me how to live my life. I was a queen, and I was going to act like it.
I tilted my head, pondering their words. “We don’t need to fit into traditional boxes. Let’s just make our own rules. We have the power to do what we want, whenever we want. As long as we’re all happy, does it really matter how it looks on paper or to anyone else?”
Connor grinned, his gaze softening. “You’ve got a point, babygirl.”
Caden nodded in agreement. “She’s right. Let’s focus on what feels right for us, not what the rest of the world expects.”
I turned back to the movie, and for a while, a weighty silence hung in the air.
I glanced around the room. Since the trouble in the city had tempered, we’d move into the twin’s townhouse on Shawmut Avenue. It was constructed from sturdy red bricks and featured ornate wrought iron railings. Tall windows with white-trimmed shutters punctuated the brickwork. It was a beautiful building, and I found myself feeling at home immediately.
Like I belonged here forever…
In the basement, there was a massive theatre room. The dimmed lights cascaded over plush, oversized couch recliners arranged in neat rows, each adorned with soft throw blankets for added comfort. The walls were draped in deep burgundy velvet curtains and a large projector screen dominated the far side of the room. Surround sound speakers were strategically placed, filling the room with immersive audio, but none of us were really paying attention now that we were all lost in our own thoughts.
Finally, Connor couldn’t take the silence stretching between us any longer and cleared his throat. Both Caden and I turned to him, and I raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“About what we were saying earlier…” he began again.
“How do we explain us to people?” Caden added.
I glanced between them, sensing their hesitation. “Why does it have to be complicated? We can just be together, without needing to fit into some neat little box. It’s our lives, our love. Let’s not overthink it.”
I wanted more than that, though. I wanted to be theirsofficially, but it had only been just over a week, and I didn’t want to push them too hard too fast.
Connor scratched his head. “I get what you’re saying, but the world can be judgmental.”
He had a point, but I didn’t care about it. The world could bow to me for all that I cared.
“Why stress about it? We don’t need anyone’s approval,” I scoffed.
The more the brothers continued their discussion, the more aggravated I felt. It was clear now that they both wanted to stay with me, but they weren’t sure how to make it work publicly.
I could fix that.
I discreetly reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. With swift and purposeful movements, I started typing out an email. Connor, perceptive as ever, noticed the subtle shift in my attention and raised a questioning brow.
“What are you doing?” he asked, curiosity etched on his face.
With a sly smile, I replied, “Announcing our wedding. Thought it was time to make it official. Sent it straight to the Boston Globe.”
Their stunned expressions turned into a mix of surprise and confusion, and I wanted to do nothing more than laugh out loud, but I held back. Instead, I held my ground.
Their bewilderment lingered on their faces, so I opened the email, holding it out for both Connor and Caden to see. I watched their eyes as they moved to read the text, grinning wider and wider as they neared the bottom.
