Not today, Satan.
‘I’m not saying I’m overreacting. But there are good times, and there are bad times to hand me a chainsaw.’
– Text from Bronson to Lila.
Chapter 24
Bronson
I walked into my house to hear nothing but laughter.
And that alone filled my heart near to bursting.
Because for almost seventeen hours, I didn’t think I would ever hear it again.
I grinned as I walked into the kitchen to see Cole pouting.
I slapped him on the back, “What’s wrong?”
He grumbled, “She’s holding the fact she knows the recipe over my head.”
Lila snickered, as did Madalyn.
I looked at them, “That right?”
Madalyn shrugged, “Truth hurts.”
I grinned as I made my way over to Lila and wrapped her in my arms.
I buried my face in her hair, cashmere and vanilla, as she placed her hand over my heart, “Always beats for you.”
I lifted my head, then winked as she lifted on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine.
I growled at the feel of her.
Needing her.
Wanting her.
But we had to be careful.
The doctor told us to take it easy until her medicine proved to be working, and the rejection meds worked too.
I lifted my head from her lips and whispered, “Love you.”
She winked up at me, “Love you, too.”
Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve learned to treasure moments longer.
To love harder.
To express our feelings more deeply.
To argue about stupid shit and then laugh about it.
To never go to bed angry at one another.
And last... to love each other unconditionally.
