I laugh. I cry. I do both at once.
“You idiots,” I manage. “You absolute, wonderful idiots.”
Sadie barrels out of nowhere, skidding to a stop beside me. “Is this the part where you say yes?”
I drop to my knees and hug her.
“Yes,” I choke. “It is.” I look back at them, tears spilling freely now. “Yes. I choose you. All of you.”
The yard erupts.
Cheers. Applause. Ivy whooping. Wild Reverie immediately launching into a song they absolutely planned for this. Boone stands and pulls me into his arms. Silas kisses my cheek, my forehead, my mouth, laughing through his own tears. Caleb wraps us all together.
Sadie squeezes us tight. “I knew it! I knew you’d say yes to us.”
“Always.”
Bonus Chapter
DELANEY
They go quiet.
Not all at once. Not dramatically.
Just… a hush that ripples through the room like everyone forgot how to breathe at the same time.
I’m standing on the rug in Wild Reverie’s home, barefoot, heart pounding, wearing a dress that somehow feels like it was waiting for me long before I ever knew to look for it.
Ivy is the first to break the silence.
“Oh,” she says. “Oh no. That’s unfair.”
Olivia presses a hand to her mouth. “Delaney.”
Sloane just stares. One hand braced on the vanity. The other resting unconsciously on the small curve of her three-month pregnant stomach. Her eyes shine, already glossy. “You look like… like you stepped out of a love song.”
I glance down at myself, suddenly overwhelmed.
The dress is simple and soft and very me. Nothing stiff. Nothing showy. Lace at the bodice, delicate straps, a skirt that moves when I breathe. It doesn’t feel armor or costume.
“I’m going to cry,” I say weakly.
Ivy snorts. “Too late.”
She shifts her new baby higher against her shoulder and beams at me as if she personally manifested this entire life. He’s only a few weeks old, tiny and warm and perfect, making little sleepy noises like he has no idea how much joy he’s already caused.
“I can’t believe this is you,” Ivy says softly. “Married. On a ranch. With three men who would absolutely commit crimes for you.”
“Violence adjacent,” Olivia corrects.
“Romantically,” Ivy agrees.
Sloane laughs, then wipes under her eyes. “Roman cried when he saw Boone this morning.”
“I believe that,” I say.
“Creed cried harder,” she adds. “Ezra didn’t cry but stared into the distance like he was composing a symphony.”
