Fallon traced her furrowed brow with the tip of his finger. “She’s going to be really, really loved.”
“Yes.”
“She’s going to give us hell.”
Gage snorted as she frowned deeper. “More than we can even imagine right now.”
“I hope she changes the world.”
Gage traced a touch over her curled fist. “I have a feeling if anyone can do it, it’ll be her.”
Fallon lifted his chin, then leaned over and kissed Gage. He was so in love, holding his tiny family between them. Fallon and Zoa were proof that sometimes bad things happened to good people, but that also—if he was patient long enough—the best things happened to the ones who held out for their happily ever afters.
EPILOGUE
GAGE
Two Years Later
“Uhg.I think I look ugly. I look so gross. He’s going to take one look at me and be like ew. I can’t marry that.”
“Jesus Christ, come here.” Lucas dragged Gage over and ran his fingertips over the front of his suit, then his collar, then delicately over his perfectly coiffed hair. “You look fine.”
“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” Gage snapped.
“No, but I also know that Fallon is grossly obsessed with you. It’s sickening, really. I want to ban him from the house because every time he comes over, all he talks about is how amazing you are.”
Gage softened. “You fucking love that for me.”
Lucas laughed and grabbed him by the back of the neck, knocking their foreheads together. “Yeah. I do. You caught me.”
“I just don’t want to let him down. This feels real, you know? Like…it’s official.”
Lucas snorted as he backed up. “You two live together. You bought a house. You made a baby. I don’t think a marriage certificate is going to make it more real than that. You can burn that. You can’t burn a baby.”
“I mean, technically?—”
“Dude. Do not. Your dad’s probably listening somewhere.”
Gage scoffed. “No. He’s downstairs somewhere, sneaking Zoa cake after I told her no cake until after dinner.”
Lucas laughed, but he had no room to judge, considering he also gave her anything and everything she asked for. He was definitely her favorite uncle, though no one was willing to say that aloud because they didn’t want to hurt Fenton’s or Frankie’s feelings about it.
“Just tell me I look pretty so I can get on with my day,” Gage said, sighing at himself in the mirror. He did clean up nicely. He didn’t look much older, though he didn’t expect to. His hair was clipped shorter now, and it matched Zoa’s, now that hers was longer and had adopted his same wave pattern.
Fallon hadn’t changed much either. He’d healed up from his surgery nicely with a thin scar along his lower stomach. His pecs didn’t swell after the birth, which meant he didn’t need to worry about that, and he only had a couple of stretch marks on his thighs, which went along with the older ones he’d gotten when he hit his first growth spurt in elementary school.
Zoa had changed everything and nothing about them. She had them running after her nonstop because she was definitely a mix of their best and worst traits, and in spite of the exhaustion, Gage wouldn’t change it for the world.
Marriage had come up only after Charlie appeared a few months after she was born, demanding a paternity retest. The courts denied him, but he harassed Gage so often at work, Gage got a protective order against him that included Zoa.
Charlie was arrested for violating it twice, and Gage was feeling frustrated because he expected the fucker to give up by now.
They hadn’t heard from Charlie in a while though, which was a plus.
“I think it’s time to go,” Lucas said, fingers touching his watch. “Are you ready?”
Gage sighed. “Yeah. I am.” They’d planned the wedding meticulously. Just family and a few friends, in the middle of the day, because they weren’t going to send a fussy Zoa home with Frankie and Lucas, or Adele and Kash.
