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“Let’s go get reacquainted properly,” Rad quips, wiggling his brows. “My tongue wants to explore some new places.”
I snort when something bangs against the mirror on the opposite side of the room. Serves them right for being nosy assholes.
“All right,” I say, holding out my hand for him to take. “Let’s go then.”
The five of us slowly walk toward the door as a unit, with silence between us. Not the uncomfortable kind, either. It’s the satisfied—we finally made it—kind of silence.
It’s been five years of pure hell thinking they left without reason, leaving me with our baby and restraining orders. All we needed was time to patch ourselves back together and knit our relationship back to what it was. This time around, we’re more cohesive and in better control of our emotions. From this moment on, we’ll be a fucking family together. Forever in each other’s arms.
“So, how about that wedding proposal?” I ask when we make it out the front door after saying our awkward goodbyes to my brothers.
“Wait, what?” Rad shouts, turning sharply on his heel to face me.
“You heard me,” I say, waving a hand in his direction.
He swallows hard, eyeing the other guys, and pats his pockets. “I don’t have a ring.”
“That never stopped you before,” I say, smiling when his face reddens.
“Marry us, Pretty Girl. Please be our wife. Our baby momma. The woman who lets me clean her up when the others are done with her,” he asks in a low voice, taking my hand in his as the others gather around us with their hearts in their throats.
“Okay,” I say with a grin, squeezing his hand. “I’ll marry you all.”
“YES!” Rad shouts, throwing his arms around me and lifting me in the air. After several spins, he sets me on my feet and captures my lips with his. “Time to celebrate,” he chuckles, dragging me toward my car.
Whispered Words and River West. We started out as something impossible. Five broken people coming together and finding something other people long for. The love was there, but the timing was all wrong.
We spent five years apart from each other, growing into broken adults. We were people who depended on music, work, drugs, fighting, and fucking isolation to get us through the end of the day.
In the end, the five broken pieces patched themselves back together from the inside out and, in turn, connected again. The love is here. The timing is right.
And us?
Well, we’re whole.
The Fucking End
Shut the curtain.
Take a bow.
The boys and River are done for now.
SIX MONTHS LATER
“You’re goingto tell them tonight?” Olivia practically begs, bustling by with bright flowers in her hands. She grins when she sets them on the little table in my master bath.
“Yes. But they won’t tell me what we have planned for the honeymoon,” I say, wrinkling my nose when Ode brushes bright red blush on my cheek.
“Stop moving, bitch,” Ode quips, flicking my nose. “Or I’ll miss and poke you in the eye.”
“She will, too,” Rocco quips, leaning against the bathroom counter, watching intently.
“I will,” Ode says, grinning, pointing a makeup brush in his direction.
I side-eye Ode, who grins wider, dipping the brush into the red blush again, preparing to paint my other cheek.
“But definitely tonight?” Kaycee asks, cocking her head to the side and letting her blonde curls fall down her back. “I don’t know if I can hold my tongue anymore. This is the hardest secret I’ve had to keep in a long time.” She makes a face, shaking her head. “And I don’t keep secrets very well.”
