I nod even though she can’t see me, “How about somewhere close to Olivia?”
“I’d like that,” I hear the smile in her voice.
“We can keep the penthouse though; it gives us somewhere to stay if we are in the city.”
“No,” She snuggles in deeper, “We will have a home, there’s no need to have two properties. We can sell it. You’ll have your apartment anyway.”
I pause, “About that…”
She pulls away from me as if she can see me in this darkness. I know she can’t, maybe the outline of me, but no features.
“What did you do?”
“I sold it.”
“When!?” She gasps.
“A few weeks ago,” I admit. I’d listed the apartment a few weeks after we found out Willow was pregnant but hadn’t told anyone. The sale hasn’t closed yet but I’ve been arranging for my belongings to be put in storage since and well, I’ve practically been here every night that keeping the place seemed pointless. There was never a possibility that Willow and I weren’t going to be forever and while we hadn’tofficiallymoved in together, we may as well have.
She laughs, the sound of it like music, “Of course you did.”
I shrug, “There was no alternative ending for us, Red.”
“I want to move before we get married,” She settlesback beside me, breathing a sigh as she relaxes.
It takes no time for her to fall asleep against me, but I can’t sleep while I’m planning everything in my head. It’s fine that she wants to move before we get married, I’ll just have to make sure we find somewhere perfect within the next couple of weeks because I don’t want to wait to make this woman my wife.
This is it. This is our ending and I’ll accept no other possibilities.
Chapter Forty-eight
Four months later…
“You are stunning,” Olivia wipes at her tears, bottom lip sticking out as she tries not to start sobbing. It’s the hormones, I tell her on a near daily basis, especially since she hates crying. She’s only a couple of months pregnant but the hormones are tearing her apart.
It made me beyond happy when she told me that her and Malakai were expecting knowing our children will be close in age and grow up together. I hope they’ll have a relationshiplike ours.
“So are you,” I reply, looking at her blush-colored dress. Her black hair is down in waves with a pretty floral clip holding one side of her hair away from her face.
“You’re getting married today,” She continues, those tears still welling in her eyes.
“If you keep crying, Oli,” I laugh, “You’re going to ruin your make-up.”
She grumbles and swats at her tears just as Malakai comes into the room, going straight for his wife. He lifts her face and studies the tears in her eyes before he wipes them away and kisses her gently.
I never believed I could find the kind of love they have but I was proven wrong. I have it with Sebastian.
“Are you ready?” Oli asks, finally composed as she clings to her husband.
“Yes,” I smile. I was so ready to be Bast’s wife.
I didn’t think I would be; four months wasn’t long enough to find the perfect house for us and organize a wedding but of course I was wrong. Bast and I picked a house only a few miles away from Malakai and Olivia’s estate a week after we agreed to move and once that was done, we were moved in within the month. And then the wedding planning started.
Sebastian refused to wait any longer than necessary, I expected it to take a year, but I suppose there are perks when your best friend is a professional eventplanner. Olivia had our wedding planned, down to the last detail, within a month. We were getting married at Silver Lake Estate, in the same garden room Malakai and Olivia married in.
“We’ll see you down there,” Malakai grins, kisses his wife and leaves the room to head back downstairs.
We weren’t exactly going traditional here but then nothing about mine and Sebastian’s relationship was linear. Olivia would be walking me down the aisle, I didn’t want anyone else. The guys offered and even Abe, Malakai’s grandfather offered to do it, but I wanted my best friend. My sister in everything but blood.
