“A baby? You’re having a baby?” Olive jumps out of her seat, forcing Lizzie and Jenna to rise with her and Cassandra’s head bobs frantically, taking the mouthpiece out.
“We’re having a baby!” the Wingroves say in unison, and the screams that pierce our ears are deafening. There isn’t a dry eye in the damn place.
“Congratulations, Wingrove,” I say to Harley, tapping my beer glass against his before shaking his hand and bringing him in for a side hug.
“Thanks, man.” He smiles, a single dimple appearing on his right cheek as he claps me on the shoulder.
Tate congratulates him next while the three of us stand around watching. The girls all coo over Cassandra and her nonexistent belly before they remember that Harley plays a part in all of this, too.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says with a laugh as Jenna, Lizzie and Olive all wrap him in a bear hug.
Jenna’s eyes find me over Harley’s shoulder, sending a wink my way.
My chest squeezes knowing how far we’ve come, and how much of our lives we still have to live.
Together.
That this is only the beginning.
She worried about the distance being an issue when we moved back to California, and I thought about telling her that we’d be living in the same building.
I really did.
But ultimately, I decided on going with the element of surprise instead.
I just hope it’s one that doesn’t backfire on me.
“You ready to get out of here, Snow?” I take my girl by the hand, pulling her closer and she looks up at me with those ice-blue eyes that I adore.
Lizzie and Olive left about an hour ago, dropping Tate off on their way home, so it’s just been the four of us since.
“I’m never ready to leave my soulmate, but I’m ready to be home.” She nuzzles her head into my neck, and I know the last three months have finally caught up to her.
Home.
If home were a person, Jennifer Rogers would be the one I would call my own.
Chapter forty-seven
Cole
After my speech onset, word spread like wildfire that Jenna and I weren’t sneaking around, and Mara wasn’t the American Angel everyone thought she was. Someone filmed me, uploaded it to every social media platform, and it caused photos of Jenna and me to emerge from the very first night we met.
Everything is finally falling into place.
We left Grangewood Creek this morning and arrived back home in California two hours ago, where Jenna and I went our separate ways. Temporarily, of course.
We didn’t really discuss what the plan was for us moving forward, but I guess there wasn’t any point.
This whole thing started as friends with benefits, and in that time, I grew to know the type of person she is.
Independent.
Kind.
Honest.
And a damn closed book.
