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Bonus Epilogue

THREE YEARS LATER

Turning to the side, I admire how the tight black jeans make my ass look. I adjust my navy blue strapless top so the loose hem at the bottom flows over the top of my pants. I pick up my shell necklace and reach around my neck to clasp it in place.

Strong fingers grasp mine, making me glance up in the mirror, my eyes meeting beautiful hazel ones.

“May I?”

“Of course.” I smile, pulling my hands away as Weston clasps my necklace for me. His arms surround me as he steps forward, his chest pressing against my back.

“You need to put a sweater on. And jogging pants.”

I laugh, turning around to swat at his chest playfully. “Stop trying to cover me up! I’ll be too hot in a sweater, and I already agreed to wear pants, so don’t push your luck, big guy!” I wag my finger at him, and he tries to bite it, but I yank it back to avoid his teeth.

Weston reaches out and grabs my waist, pulling my body against his as he looks down at me. “You remember everything we talked about, wife?”

I roll my eyes at his overprotectiveness, while secretly loving it. “Yes, husband.” We’ve been married for almost two years now, and we still love calling each other by our titles. Boyfriend and girlfriend had just never seemed big enough for the love we share.

Although I legally can’t marry them all, we had a private ceremony with just select family and friends. We spoke for months about which of them would legally marry me. I told them they had to make the decision themselves, that I couldn’t choose, and in the end they chose Weston.

I thought they would choose Reece, since we had the childhood connection, but Kingsley had told me that it was their way of showing Weston that they truly felt like he was part of the family and wasn’t going anywhere. The other three had known each other for more than half their lives, and although they all get along well with Weston now, he didn’t have the years of bonding that they had.

“What’s the first rule?” Weston asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Never go anywhere without one of you.”

“Good. And the second?”

“Don’t accept anything from anyone other than my husbands.”

“Good, and what’s the last rule?”

“Let one of you know the second I feel anxious, scared or dizzy.”

“Good girl.” He kisses my forehead, grabs my hand and leads me downstairs, where the others are waiting.

“You’d think we were going somewhere dangerous,” I mumble as the other three come into view.

“A club is dangerous.” I roll my eyes at Weston as I move to find my black ankle boots.

“West, you’re gonna freak her out again,” Kingsley tells him as he debates between two pairs of identical-looking black loafers. “People go to clubs all the time with nothing bad happening. And with the four of us there, plus Hazel and her boyfriend, nobody will even have the chance to do anything, even if they wanted to.”

I was excited to see Hazel. We’d become pretty close, but I hadn’t seen her much since she started dating David. He was super nice and a little nerdy, which she said was her type. She’d been bugging me to go to the club with her for years, but ever since the guys warned me about them, I’d been hesitant.

It didn’t help that being around large groups of loud people was practically impossible for me up until recently. Although I’ve never been to anything like what I expected the club to be like.

Reece said he found a classy club as opposed to what he called a dance club. He said we could still dance there, but there were also places where we could sit down and talk. Over the years, I’ve watched several movies and TV shows that featured busy dance clubs, and I had to agree with Weston that we were too old for that now. Maybe I would have enjoyed it in my early twenties, had I not been on the island, but it’s something I’ve learned not to dwell on, thanks to my therapist.

Live in the now. Don’t worry about what could have been. And considering everything positive I have in my life now, it wasn’t that difficult to stop my mind from spiraling.

“Alright, Tink. Ready to cross another item off your bucket list?” My list has grown so small over the years that it only exists in my head now. I recently got to cross off learning to drive. It wasn’t something I enjoyed though, and since the others did, especially Weston, it wasn’t something I actually needed to do. They were more than happy to drive me anywhere I needed to go.

“Yep!”

“It must be almost done by now, no?” Kingsley asks as he finally chooses a pair of shoes and slips them on.

“I keep adding things, I don’t think it’ll ever be done.” I grin, thinking about the most recent addition to my list.