So you were both naked. I can hear each of them saying it, and they’re not wrong.
“He, ah, asked again this morning,” I say. “And I said yes…again.”
They both laugh harder.
“Go, Emma,” Sabrina says.
Laney squeezes my shoulders in a side hug. “I’m so thrilled for you.”
“We won’t breathe a word,” Sabrina adds.
“It’s okay. There’s already speculation. We’ll release an official statement sometime, and then it’ll be old news until we release a wedding photo, and then it’ll be old news again.”
The press is not my favorite part of being involved with Jonas, but between his security team, the podcast telling our story, and an official statement from Razzle Dazzle about the Rutherford family being happy to welcome me and my son into their lives, this has been alotdifferent from the viral video that almost broke me.
I can handle the world knowing who I am.
I know there are people who are calling me a gold digger and an opportunist and a lot of worse things, but what I told Jonas when I hitgoon that podcast is true.
I’m not alone.
I have him. I have Bash. I have family and friends and I can still mostly walk around Snaggletooth Creek without feeling like I’m on display.
Without feeling like the entire world is judging me.
And I’m so,soglad that Bash is already in therapy to learn all of the lessons that I wish I’d had as a kid even if Ihadn’tknown I was preparing for a lifetime of having some spotlight always cast my way.
“Still not breathing a word,” Sabrina repeats.
“Agreed,” Laney says.
“I don’t mind the attention so much now,” I tell them. It’s the truth. “Jonas is worth it.”
They both grin.
“That is the absolute sweetest and most classic Emma thing ever, and I amso gladwe have you back.” Sabrina blinks quickly, then groans. “Whydo I cry about everything right now?”
“Post-baby hormones,” I reply. “We’ve got you. It’s okay. You can cry.”
“I hate crying.”
“Okay, no more crying,” Laney agrees. “Instead—I have presents for all of us.”
“Laney,” I groan.
“It’s useless to argue,” Sabrina tells me.
Laney flings a window open, letting in the late November air. “Bring them up, please,” she says to someone below.
And a minute later, Jonas, Theo, and Grey stroll through our clubhouse door.
“Laney,” Sabrina says again.
Each of the men havemassiveboxes.
Like, I couldn’t actually carry them.
“My fault,” Theo says. “I was sleep deprived and hanging out on the Kingston Photo Gifts website too late at night and my credit card fell out and landed on the keyboard.”
