"You feel that way too?" I ask.
He nods, "I do. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt, but they won't be welcome here until they can understand how I choose to live my life."
I go to him, wrapping my arms around his middle, and he wraps his around me. "I don't want you to lose your family. Do you think they'll come around to this idea of all of us?"
I feel his shrug, "I don't know. That's up to them. You're right. Not everyone will be accepting. You'll get most of the backlash, and it's unfair."
"Do you want to step away from us for a while? To decide if it's worth all this drama?" I ask him, terrified of his answer.
"Absolutely not," he says with conviction.
While we're embracing, the front door opens, and Cole walks in. "How did dinner go?" he asks, then takes in our faces. "Not good?"
I shake my head, and Foster answers him. "Nope, not good. My parents don't like that I'm part of a throuple. My dad called me a pussy and Blake a slut."
Cole winces, "I'm sorry, bro." He looks at me, "Are you okay?"
I nod, "I will be. It was rough."
"He's coming around," Foster says after Cole goes up the stairs to his room.
I scoff, "Because he was civil to me?"
"No, because he cares," Foster says, scooping me up in his arms before walking us both up the stairs to his room.
Chapter 18
I’m practically vibrating in the passenger seat of Foster’s Range Rover, so excited for the wedding I get to shoot today. Emma talked a local couple into giving me a chance, and I couldn’t be happier to work with her today. When we arrive at the venue, I gather my equipment from the backseat and kiss Foster on his cheek. I stand in front of the hotel and wave as he drives away. Inside the lobby, I find Emma waiting for me.
"Good morning, bestie. Was that boyfriend number one I spied giving you a ride?" she greets me.
"That was Foster. My car wouldn't start this morning."
"I've been telling you to dump that junker forever. You must have some money saved now that you're staying in that fancy mansion rent-free."
"I'll figure it out."
The wedding planner, Kristine, spots us and comes running. "Glad to see you guys here promptly. The bridesmaids should be up and at them soon." She turns to me, "Did you get the itinerary for the day?"
"Yep.”
"Great. Meet me in the suite upstairs in twenty minutes. I'm going to start waking everyone."
After she hurries away, Emma grabs my arm, "Twenty is enough time for us to get a coffee and chat. I need all the details about the men in your life. I've barely seen you lately. Cora misses you."
I feel guilty for neglecting her, so I let her cart me off to the hotel cafe. We grab our coffees and sit at a small table.
"Spill the tea," she says.
"There isn't much to say. I've been seeing Foster and Talon both, and it's been good. Really good. Maybe too good."
"That dreamy-eyed look on your face says it's better than good. They both know, and everybody is okay with it?"
“Yep, communication is key.”
She rolls her eyes at me," Well, duh! And how's it going with Cole?"
"Avoidance is the name of the game with him. If that's not possible, we say as little as possible. He's been busy with practices and workouts."
