Rhett stared after the two of them, a…strange look on his face. Not disgust, but I could tell my sister wasn’t his cup of tea.
“Yeah, she’s a bit of a wild child,” I agreed with what his expression said.
He quickly schooled his features when turning his focus back on me. “Whatever makes her wife happy,” he stated with a shrug.
I expected if he had his way, Rhett’s angel would be a straitlaced, stoic woman, content to be seen and not heard. Fuck knew the guy had a stick up his ass only Ash seemed to be able to extract on occasion.
As our last guests still on the beach, they ambled toward the stairs as well, Rhett lowering his head a bit to hear whatever Ash wished to tell him.
I turned to find my wife and husband beaming at me. “Shall we?” I asked, holding out both my hands.
They snuggled in on either side of me, same place as I often found myself.
Right where I belonged.
Garrett
My cuddle bug had promised her life to mine and Wyatt’s, fulfilling me in a way I hadn’t known still lacked, and I had offered her the same in return. Wyatt’s wet eyes had flitted over my face as we took our turns, giving our oaths to protect, love, and cherish each other.
Husband and wife and husband.
Not recognized by the state of California, but Haley would be protected and provided for in the event of Wyatt’s death. Not wanting to share only one of our names over the other, she’d chosen to keep her own.
I had no immediate family in attendance, but I didn’t need anyone outside the two I loved and the friends I’d made since fate had landed me on Haley’s doorstep. People who accepted our relationship for what it was—love.
I’d travelled across the country with my grandparents’ blessing to chase a dream almost three years earlier but had found a reality ten times more enchanting.
Peacefulness tucked into every cell of my body even though I never got to see Garrett Moore on billboards or walk a red carpet. Hearing my lovers cry out and groan my name fulfilled me in ways screaming fans never would. I’d found my place first with Haley, then with the gorgeous, generous man clasping my hand as we watched her dance on the sand, sans music except for the laughter and giggles of her, Lily, River, and Sharon.
Waves crashed on the shore behind our wife, the setting sun casting golden beams around her slender form. Just like in my dreams, flowers adorned her maroon-red hair cascading down her back.
She was absolutely stunning—and finally mine for life.
“I dreamed of this moment,” I told Wyatt, leaning into his warmth, “but I never thought I would have it come true let alone be holding a man’s hand when it did.”
He kissed my temple, his lips lingering before he returned to watching our wife enjoy the hell out of our reception.
Haley caught sight of us staring and added an extra sway to her hips while dancing barefoot through the sand along with her friends.
“Look at our sweet girl,” Wyatt murmured, the love in his voice matching the feelings aching through my chest.
“Prickly,” I tacked on my favorite part of her, once more grinning from an overflow of joy.
“Yeah,” Wyatt agreed, “but we wouldn’t have her any other way.”
I couldn’t argue that fact. Haley fit us perfectly, no matter the situation we faced as a triad, no matter the angle or position we chose to love on each other.
“I love you, Garrett” Wyatt murmured what I never grew tired of hearing, squeezing my fingers.
“Love you too, Prince Charming.”
He barked out a laugh. “If I’m that fictional character, then who is she?”
“Our Cinderella,” I said, my face aching from smiling. “Our happily ever after.”
THE END
