"Hi." Breathless. Grinning.
"Hi yourself."
He cups my face with both hands and kisses me hard. Possessive. Claiming me while cameras flash and the crowd watches.
I don't care now. Let them look.
When he pulls back, I'm dizzy. Smiling so wide my face hurts.
Mia whistles. "You four are disgustingly cute!"
Her phone buzzes. She checks it, smiles. "That's Noa." She hugs me quickly. "Go celebrate. I'll meet you later."
"You sure?"
"Positive. This is your moment." She squeezes my hand, then disappears into the crowd.
Felix grins. "Come with us. Trophy presentation, then we're getting out of here."
"And of course, we want you with us," Liam says, his eyes earnest.
"For all of it," Silas adds.
My throat goes tight.
* * *
5 months later
The kitchen smells like cinnamon and roasted vegetables.
I adjust the wine glasses on the dining table, making sure everything's perfect. Through the window, snow falls soft and steady over our chalet.
Home.
The word still catches me sometimes. I've been living here for months and I still can't believe how right it feels.
I handle all of Mia's legal work remotely now. Contract reviews, conference calls, with the occasional court appearance that requires a flight back to the city. And, of course, I still take on pro-bono clients. Mostly for deserving people who can't afford legal help. Those remind me why I became a lawyer in the first place.
But mostly? I'm here. In this chalet. With them.
"Naomi!" Felix calls from the kitchen. "Come taste this!"
I abandon the table and find him stationed at the stove. He's been teaching himself to cook over the past few months, and honestly? He's getting scary good at it. His butternut squash soup bubbles in a pot, his latest attempt at perfecting the recipe.
He holds out a spoon. "Tell me if it needs more sage."
I taste it. Rich and creamy with just the right amount of earthiness. "It's perfect."
"You sure? Because I could add—"
"Felix." I cup his face. "It's perfect. Stop fussing."
He grins, leaning down to kiss me. "Can't help it. First Christmas dinner with Mia and Elena's packs. Want everything to be good."
"It will be."
Liam appears in the doorway, carrying firewood, sweater dusted with snow. "Mia just texted. They're fifteen minutes out."
