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“Like I wanted to run from you?” she asks, raising a brow when his face falls.
“You’d never, Angel…” he trails off, wrinkling his nose. “Would you?”
“She wouldn’t,” Zepp says, coming to stand beside me. “You look beautiful, Riv. Congrats on the big day.”
I sniffle, leaning in to hug him. “Thanks, guys. For being here and for walking me down the aisle.”
“What’re big brothers for? Besides, Dad isn’t here. We’re the next best thing,” Seger says.
“Well, shall we?” Zepp asks, gesturing toward the back sliding doors.
I nod.
“I’ll be out there. You’re gorgeous,” Kaycee compliments before scurrying off out the door and taking a seat next to Chase and Carter, her other husbands. Leaving me alone with my two brothers, who are about to walk me down the aisle, giving me over to the four men I’ve loved, hated, and loved again.
“Seriously. It’s not too late,” Seger murmurs, offering me his elbow.
I snort. “What if I want to marry them? Hmm?” I hum, maneuvering my long, white dress as we take a few steps. It swishes with every movement I make, slightly sparkling under the living room lights.
“We’re so happy for you,” Zepp says with a grin, reaching for the back sliding glass door, but stops. “And proud, Riv. You’ve come a long way. You’ve worked hard. Been an amazing mother…”
“And sister,” Seger interrupts. “You’re fucking amazing, Riv. And I gotta say, they’ve really helped you shine these past six months since they quit. They’ve gone from cocky assholes to fucking amazing dudes.”
I smile, peeking out the glass door at the four men who’ve stolen my heart standing under the flower arch. Tight suits fit against their bodies, showing off their toned muscles.
Since they quit their contract, they’ve really thrived within the music industry. Rad and Callum have turned into amazing West Records talent scouts, hitting all the small venues in a fifty-mile radius. Callum’s eye for stardom and Rad’s easy-going personality has drawn in some amazing talent.
Kieran has stepped up as my assistant, since Kat had to take some time off to regain herself emotionally and hasn’t been back since. Rocco keeps me updated on her whereabouts and how she’s holding up. Day by day, she’s healing from the trauma Van put her through.
And Asher? Well, he’s anointed himself as a stay-at-home father, soaking up all the love Lyric has to give him while we all work. He takes care of the laundry. Cooks us elaborate dinners, fit with appetizers and desserts. He makes sure all the housework is done and manages Lyric’s school pick-up schedule. He’s helped Camilla get used to her new life with us and not Gloria. Although, for the most part, she’s opted to continue living at the prep school during the school year and will stay with us during the summer.
For the first time in a long time, Asher seems free of everything and is doing what he loves.
“Mommy! I look like a princess!” Lyric’s small voice carries through the house as she clutches tight to Rocco’s hand.
“You do,” I rasp, leaning down to run my fingers through her curly, dark locks. “Are you ready to throw some flowers out?”
Lyric grins, nodding. “I am! Uncle Rocco gots me this basket with pretty red rose petals to throw everywhere!” She squeals, reaching into the basket with a grin. “I’m excited, Mommy. You’re going to marry daddies.”
“I am,” I say with tears burning in my eyes. “Is that okay?”
“Of course,” she says, nodding.
“All right, my little doll. How about we start walking down the aisle?” Rocco says, nodding toward the back door with a dopey expression.
“Okay,” she says, looking me up and down. “You look like a queen, Mommy.” Her grin lights up my fucking world, sending tears down my cheeks.
This is what we needed all fucking along. She needed them. I needed them. And now, we’re all coming together as one unit. The guys, me, Lyric, and even their sister Camilla. The girl we adopted after Gloria’s ass went straight to prison for her crimes. We’re one happy family, just trying to make it day by day.
“Are you ready for this?” Zepp asks, opening the slider all the way.
The cool night air hits my face as we step out onto the back porch. Fairy lights wrap around the wooden structure, illuminating our way toward the small crowd gathered around the flowery archway. The small buzz of conversation halts when our feet hit the sand, and as one, all our friends and family stand from their chairs, watching with eager eyes as Zepp and Seger guide me down the make-shift aisle.
Lyric giggles every time she tosses her red rose petals onto the sand, finally making it up to the arch. Each of the guys kisses her cheek before Rocco guides her to the front row of chairs, sitting next to Christian and Kat. I smile, catching Kat’s eyes and she grins, sending me a thumbs up. It’s nice to see her out and about after everything that happened six months ago. She’s slowly rebuilding herself with the two men surrounding her.
I heave a breath, break eye contact, and focus on my surroundings. Ocean waves act as our symphony in the background when the bride’s music starts.
“What?” I murmur, startling when a soft guitar rhythm starts playing through the speaker at the front.
