Thor chokes. “Oh, my, well, it’s a bit soon for that. Maybe in due time.”
Cynthia frowns, but I tell her, “These things take time. I was with my guys for a while before we even confessed our love.”
She nods thoughtfully. “That makes sense.”
Murmuring in Cynthia's ear, Thor guides her out, leaving me alone with my guys. Jax already discreetly saw himself out.
I look at each of them. “I am head over heels in love with all of you. My heart is split between you, my eight superheroes. Well, supervillains, maybe.”
Synn laughs, a sound I adore.
We all hug, and I kiss them. Before they can get frisky, I move away.
“Not now, guys. I want to mull over a wedding date with my friends.”
Valley
Bryan is the biggest romantic on the planet. This man has swept me right off my feet.
I never thought I’d find someone. I'm weird and quirky, a soft goth girl. Most goth guys are assholes, and I didn’t even think about other types.
Friends are never something I had growing up. My parents wouldn’t allow it. Besides, I was ignored by most people. Constantly overlooked. Then Bryan came along, looking at me like I’m the best thing in existence. He changed my world forever. He's just that amazing.
He is my first boyfriend, which makes me so happy I could shout. I am marrying my first, and only, love. Me—the weirdo goth girl.
I'm cuddled up in bed with Bry after the most amazeballs sex, like ever. My head rests on his defined chest.
He's so freaking hot. His brown hair is so soft, and his body is lean, but fit. I think Nyx’s guys have been helping him work out, or something.
I hold up my hand, staring at my gorgeous ring.
“I’m engaged, Holy Taco,” I whisper reverently.
“You sure are, my fiancée. I'm the luckiest man in the world.” Bry kisses me on top of my head. “When do you want to get married? What kind of ceremony do you want? A big wedding, or a smaller intimate one? Do you want your family to come?”
I wince, my family being a sore subject, and all. My parents have barely spoken to me since tossing me in here with the wolves. Fucking Jarrod, my pedo brother, is home now. They would for sure bring him if they got an invite. Nope, fuck that.
“A small one, with my found family. Everyone here. Fuck my blood family. They don’t deserve to see my happiness,” I answer resolutely. “And for the when, maybe we can talk about there once we’re settled somewhere.”
Bryan sits up, turning my face to look into my eyes. “I understand completely. I feel the same about my family. My mother herself is a damn pedophile, and they don’t care about me.”
My gaze softens, tears filling my eyes. My poor Bryan. He deserves the world.
“I want Nyx as my matron of honor, and Cynthia as my bridesmaid. And I want Synn to walk me down the aisle.”
Bryan jumps a little. “Synn? Why? He's an odd choice.”
“He’s the reason we’re here now, in a way. I wouldn’t be so close with Nyx if it wasn’t for those six— especially Synn. I weirdly think of him as the big brother I should’ve had.”
Bryan blows out a breath. “I’m okay with whatever you want. As for me, I’d like Harris to be my best man.”
“Hunter, huh? A father figure of a sort. Makes sense.”
We keep discussing the wedding, and I'm all smiles.
I’m bursting with joy, and man, does it feel good.
Synn
