Graham returns the smile, pulling me tight to him.
“Best of both worlds, baby.”
Epilogue
NOAH - TWO MONTHS LATER
“How did you two manage to collect this much stuff?” Uncle Knox grumbles, setting another one of the many boxes down in the living room.
“Getting old there, Knoxy?” Uncle Colin asks, dropping a box on the coffee table. “Can’t handle a few boxes?”
“Fuck you. Not all of us rolled in late to help.”
“I wasn’t late!” Colin fires back.
“You weren’t here with the rest of us.”
“Someone had to bring breakfast.”
The two of them delve into an argument that we’ve all heard before.
“Do you think they do this because they don’t know how much they really love each other?” Graham whispers, handing me a beer in our new kitchen.
“Oh, definitely.”
It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. Uncle Knox and Uncle Colin bickering. I can’t help but smile as our families help us move into our new place.
When we told them about moving into a house together—a place of our own—they descended upon us to help us move.
We found a recently renovated older home in a gated community on the outskirts of Nashville. Something quiet. Away from the craziness of downtown.
Breathing room for the two of us to grow together.
With all the furniture having been delivered yesterday, it’s starting to feel like a real home. The large windows face the sprawling backyard, letting in the afternoon sun.
The perfect space for us.
“How many more boxes?” Bode whines, dropping another one onto the kitchen counter.
“Only a few,” Marcus tells him.
Bode points at me, a tired look on his face. “You’re buying drinks the next time we’re out.”
“The least I can do.” I tip my head at him in acknowledgment.
“Could have hired movers,” he mutters under his breath as Nick walks into the kitchen.
“What has you two so happy?” Nick grabs a beer from the fridge before settling onto a barstool at the large, white marble island.
“Can’t we be happy?” I fire back, wrapping an arm around Graham’s waist. The face he gives me has me wanting to kick everyone out and break in our new bedroom.
“It’s nice to see, that’s all.” Nick holds his bottle out for a cheers.
“Speaking of happy. No Bex this week?” I ask.
A dopey grin washes over his face. “Nah. She has a meeting in New York this week.”
“You going to meet up with her there?” Noah asks, leaning across the counter.
