I can hear everyone talking in the front room.
We’re getting married in my bookstore—the very one Joey bought me. Jerome is with Joey, never wanting to leave Joey’s side. They have become the best of friends.
It’s not all about me anymore.
It’s him.
He asked that since I am marrying Joey if he could call him Dad.
I didn’t know how to answer that question.
So Joey did it for me.
He explained that while Jerome had a father who loved him very much, he would be honored to help fill that role while his father wasn’t in the picture.
To which Jerome replied, “So, can I?”
I moved in with him one month later. It probably should have been sooner, considering he was with me every night anyway.
Abigail is doing well. She’s gotten herself a boyfriend who owns the coffee shop where she works and is trying to be a decent human, though her selfish ways still peek through often.
“Gosh, you are a vision,” Bianca says, taking my hand as the doors open.
I asked her to give me away—she cried and said it would be her honor.
We only have immediate family here, plus Merci. Lucas and Chanel are sitting with Keir and Sailor.
When I walk out, I see Jerome sitting next to Lucas and laughing at him as he pulls funny faces. Chanel looks on with a smile I don’t think anyone could break.
But it’s when I see my husband-to-be, dressed in all black with a pink tie, that I catch my breath.
He is mine.
And I am his.
My heart may have been disarranged when I met him.
But now we have arranged hearts.
Hearts that beat as one.
And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.