“Thank you.” Yet another thoughtful present.
Spencer helped me put the necklace on while Wes slid the bracelet on my wrist.
“I might as well give you yours.” Evan handed me a little tissue-wrapped packet, as the server cleared the plates.
Undoing the tissue, I found an incredibly detailed bracelet of seed beads made into mauve and peach flowers and green vines, with letters spelling outpeaches.
“Did Rose make this? It’s so pretty.” It probably took her a ton of time, too. I held it out so that Wes could put it on my wrist, too.
“She did,” Evan replied.
The server brought dessert. “A trio of mini desserts–a tropical fruit pavlova, strawberry chocolate mousse cake, and a fig tart.”
The sommelier brought our last course of drinks.
“These dishes are all so fucking cute. We should have shit like this when we play doll tea party.” Riley took another photo.
“That sounds lovely. Taste.” Spencer held the tiny tart up to my mouth.
The delicate combination of tastes exploded across my tongue. We finished our desserts.
“I have the last gift,” Spencer finally said, handing me an envelope.
I opened it. Inside was a picture of a peach and white swirled soft serve cone.
“Princess Peaches, a delicate combination of fresh summer peaches with bourbon vanilla?” I read off the description next to the photo.
“Spencer, did you just name an ice cream flavor after her?” Wes gave him a look.
“I did. Thank you for the idea–and the flavor name. It will be a new, permanent flavor in the cafeteria. Don’t worry, we’ll still have the same number of rotating flavors,” Spencer added to Riley.
My heart burst. “That is amazing. Thank you.”
Spencer’s lips met mine. “I know all you want is love and ice cream. Now you have both.”
I didn’t miss how he smirked at Wes, who rolled his eyes.
“You didn’t all have to give me presents. Thank you so much, I feel so loved,” I told them.
Wes focused on me. “As you should. Every single fucking day. Because you’re our peaches and we love you with all our hearts.”
The server brought us some candy and the bill.
“Should we go home?” Brennan stood and helped Evan up.
“Dibs on Peaches tonight.” Evan reached over and tagged me.
“That’s not how it works.” Wes made a face.
I thought for a moment. “Why choose? Can’t I just have you all?”
“Um, children present,” Riley snorted as we went out front to wait for the valet to bring our vehicles.
Spencer draped an arm over my shoulders. “Did you like it, Darling?”
“I loved it.” I pulled him down for a kiss.
“Grace, there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” A man rushed over to me.
