It's exactly what Emma dreamed of, and what Savannah worked so hard to make happen.
My phone buzzes with a text from Savannah.
Logan, Xavier, Griff - I don't know how you managed everything today, but thank you. Emma's getting the wedding she deserves, and I actually get to enjoy it instead of managing disasters. I owe you all dinner. Or therapy. Possibly both.
I'm typing a response when Emma appears in front of us in her wedding dress, looking absolutely radiant and completely calm for the first time all day.
"The bride's ready," she announces. "And more importantly, the wedding planner is ready. Savannah's upstairs putting on her good dress and looking like someone who plans to actually participate in the celebration instead of just orchestrating it."
She pauses, looking between the three of us with an expression that's part gratitude and part something that looks suspiciously like matchmaking scheming.
"You know," Emma continues carefully, "after everything you pulled off today, I'm starting to think you three might be ready for the next big challenge."
"Like what?" Griff asks, though his tone suggests he already knows where this conversation is heading.
"Like figuring out how to convince a certain wedding planner that you're serious about forever," Emma says with a smile that's pure trouble. "Especially when you just proved you'd move mountains to keep her from being stressed."
She disappears before any of us can respond, leaving behind the kind of silence that comes when someone says exactly what you've been thinking but were too scared to admit.
My phone buzzes again. This time it's a group text from Savannah to me, Xavier, and Griff.
Seriously though, today was incredible. You turned every crisis into a solution before I even had time to panic properly. Emma's wedding is going to be perfect, and that's because of what you three accomplished today. I love you guys.
I look at Xavier and Griff, who are both reading the same message with expressions that mirror my own mix of pride and something deeper.
"She said she loves us," Griff says quietly, like he can't quite believe it.
"In a group text," Xavier replies, but his voice carries warmth instead of uncertainty.
Another text comes through from Emma:
Thirty minutes until ceremony starts. Everything's perfect. Savannah's smiling. Life is good.
I think about Savannah upstairs, getting ready to watch her best friend marry three men who figured out how to make pack dynamics work. I think about the way her voice sounded when she called asking for help this morning, trusting us completely. I think about how right it felt to work together to take care of her, to be the pack she deserves.
Maybe Emma's right. Maybe today proved something about what we're capable of when we work together. Maybe we're ready for forever.
I pull up the group text with Xavier and Griff and type:
Both of you good with everything on your ends?
Xavier: All confirmed. Flowers perfect, photographer set, backup systems ready.
Griff: Catering smooth, programs distributed, relatives contained. We're golden.
I delete what I was going to write three times before settling on:
All sorted.
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SAVANNAH
An hour later, I'm standing in the main hall staring at my phone in complete confusion, reading Logan's text that just says "All sorted" like he's some kind of wedding wizard who waves his magic hammer and makes problems disappear.
And honestly? Looking around, I'm starting to think he might actually be a wizard.
The programs that didn't exist an hour ago are now stacked neatly on the guest reception table like they've been there all along. Beautiful, perfectly formatted programs that look way better than anything I could have cobbled together.
