Cute, right?
Well, the passport actually says Finn Love, which is also very cute. It’d be nice for it to have his real married name, but we have to set aside our pride to ensure Felix can travel safely.
Right now, we’re just focused on packing, and saying goodbye to Luthor and Ren, who are leaving tomorrow for the airport with us, though they’ll be headed back to California.
“You’ll be back though, right?” Felix asks his friends, who are cuddled up on our bed, watching him pack.
“Of course,” Luthor replies. “It’s just that I told my mom we’d come back and plan our wedding.” He grins at Ren, who’s playing with his fingers.
“What’s the rush?” Byron grumbles, seated at the foot of the bed, toying with Felix’s travel case of products. “Dash and Kemper haven’t even settled on a date yet. And they’ve been engaged way longer than you two.”
“Hmm… jealous, are we?” Ren sneers. “Does someone feel left out? Being the only one not racing up the aisle?”
“No,” Byron grunts. “Because we’ve only been together for like a month. I’d be insane to propose already. No offense, babe.”
“None taken. You’re totally right.” Trevel smirks, helping me pack on the chair since they’re taking up the whole bed. “Then again, I think you’re insane for even being with me, so what do I know.”
Byron grins at him, and he winks.
“Trust me, I’m not the one rushing,” Luthor says. “It’s just my mom. She’s wedding-obsessed. She keeps sending me pictures from Pinterest boards she’s making.”
“Oh God… we’re gonna end up getting married in some renovated barn sipping cocktails out of mason jars, aren’t we?” Ren fakes a gag, and Byron chuckles.
“It’s probably just because she knows we’re gonna end up moving to Mexico after the wedding,” Luthor says. “She’s trying to get in as much time as possible before we leave.”
“Ugh, I just can’t wait until we get our passports,” Byron groans.
“Where are you going first?” I ask him and Trevel. “Aside from Atlanta, of course.”
Trevel shows me a wistful smile. He’s already expressed a desire to go back to Atlanta and pay his respects to Alice’s gravesite, which I think is a great idea.
Trevel and I have resumed our sessions, and I have to say, the nostalgia is helping me as much as the therapy helps him. Being able to keep him as my patient reminds me of why I started doing this. It reminds me that this is still who I am.
Even as a partial owner of this mansion, the deed of which now has five names on it.
Dr. Lemuel Love, PhD.
Felix Love.
Joy Jameson.
Harley Samuels.
And of course, Jonathan Chevelle.
Alabaster Isle belongs to all of us, and this mansion is officially our home.For real.
So what comes next?
Well, for me, it’s back to business as a clinical psychiatrist, seeing patients here. As it turns out, there’s no shortage of people requiring therapy on this island. Outside of that, though, I believe the travel will be a great way for Felix and I to get out there and explore.
To truly take advantage of our freedom.
And then, of course, there’s this codependent family of ours.
“We were thinking… London,” Trevel hums, looking to Byron.
My brows lift. He’s never mentioned wanting to return to London.So this is new.
