Forty-five minutes. Then I’m either going to have my heart smashed to pieces or all my dreams will come true.
All of it is held in the hands of three men who I never saw coming but are everything I never thought to wish for.
My hands are shaking as I grip the steering wheel. I’m glad I plugged the address into the GPS because my brain is mush right now. The stress of all this is scrambling my already chaotic head.
I didn’t even take the time to go home and change before driving here. I’m in my scrubs with my hair thrown up in a messy bun because I couldn’t be bothered to do anything more elaborate this morning with the way I was feeling. I’m pretty sure the little bit of makeup I put on is long gone.
That’s the thing, though. My guys never needed me to wear a fancy outfit with my hair and makeup all done.
I’m not saying they don’t appreciate it when I do, but they like me just as much when I’m wearing a hoodie and leggings with my hair a mess and glasses on.
Regardless of what is about to happen, it doesn’t matter what I look like.
The minutes tick by until I’m only two minutes away. I round a corner, pulling onto the street where the address is located.
Their three hulking frames come into view.
They’re all leaning against a brick building. My heart starts to pound erratically in my chest, which aches at the sight of them.
I’ve missed them so much.It has only been two days, but going that long without seeing or talking to them has been torture.
I hope I never have to do it again. I pull my car to a stop on the side of the road, right in front of where they are all standing.
I can feel their intense stares on me before I even climb from the car. I was in such a rush to get here, but now I’m nervous to get out and face them.
I drag in one deep breath after another, trying to calm my racing heart. It’s no use. This is just one of those things I am going to have to do scared.
I jolt slightly when my door is slowly pried open. I can’t even turn to see which of them it is.
I don’t need to, though. His presence is enough for me to know it’s Kane.
“Sweetheart.”
“I’m scared.” My voice shakes just as much as the hands I’m wringing in my lap.
He crouches down in the open doorway. I finally turn, taking in his handsome face that I’ve missed so much.
His hand trails down my arm from my shoulder to my fingertips. “You don’t need to be.”
I use his words to fuel the bravery I need to pull myself from the car. His fingers weave through mine as he guides me around the car and onto the sidewalk.
Wyatt is smiling at me like a kid who was just told he can have candy for dinner. Linc has on a pair of aviators with his hair pulled back. He looks like a character straight out of an action film.
“We thought about it,” Kane says, tightening his hold on my fingers.
“Okay,” I say, looking up into his blue eyes.
“We want this,” Wyatt says.
My heartbeat wavers, but I need to make sure I understand. “All of it?” I ask.
“All of it,” Linc confirms with a confident nod.
“Marriage… and rings… and babies… and forever,” Wyatt says. I’m pretty sure he’s going to hurt his face with how big he’s smiling.
“Really?” I ask, feeling like I’m going to pass out. My eyes roam between the three of them.
They all nod in agreement.
