Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Hayden gets down on one knee, and then Brody joins him. I know what this means, but I can’t quite wrap my head around it until Brody pulls a ring box out and opens it, exposing a gorgeous princess-cut diamond ring with two matching outer bands.
“The middle one is the engagement ring,” Brody explains.
“But instead of one wedding band, we had it designed so you’ll have two,” Hayden adds. “They fit around the center band, symbolizing the three of us as one unit.”
“Aubree Heart,” Brody says, his eyes locking with mine. “We know that in the eyes of the law, you can’t legally marry us both, but we would love it if you would wear our ring. And one day…”
“Soon,” Hayden cuts in. “Really fucking soon.”
Brody rolls his eyes, and I laugh at how adorable they are.
“One day soon,” Brody says, “we would love to marry you and put our rings on your finger that symbolize our commitment and love to you, as well as your kids, the law be damned.”
Brody plucks the middle ring out of the cushion as Hayden says, “And for the record, the kids are aware, and Miles has given us his approval.”
“Evie too,” Brody adds. “And Beatrice…”
“And Lacey.” Hayden chuckles.
“Pretty much, we’ve gotten everyone’s approval but yours,” Brody says with a light laugh. “So, Bree, will you make us the luckiest guys in the world and marry us?”
“Yes,” I choke out. “I would love nothing more than to marry both of you.”
Brody slides the ring onto my finger and then pulls my face down to his, kissing me softly, passionately. “Thank you,” he murmurs against my lips.
He ends the kiss, and Hayden pulls me into his arms, his mouth crashing against mine. Claiming, taking, demanding.
When the kiss ends, I glance down at my ring, my heart filled with so much love. Then I look at my two men, who want me forever, and the only thing I want is to begin forever with them, right now.
“I know we haven’t eaten dinner yet,” I say, “but is there any way we can skip it and go back to your place to celebrate?”
Hayden barks out a laugh. “Oh, baby, we’re not going back to our place tonight. We booked a suite here, where we plan to spend the entire night showing you just how happy we are that you’re wearing our ring.”
Oh, hell yes.
Well, in that case… “Check, please.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
HAYDEN
“November fourth.”
“What?” Bree’s head pops up in shock. “That’s only in like two weeks.”
“What about November eighteenth?” Brody offers. “My aunt Amalia said she can have it planned without issue. Do you want a big or small wedding? I’m assuming not in a church. We can do a destination wedding. Hawaii, Italy… Puerto Rico is beautiful this time of year.”
Bree’s eyes widen. “I-I don’t know. What do you guys want?”
“Whatever ends with you attached to the two of us for the rest of our lives,” I tell her truthfully. The fact is, guys don’t give a shit about the details. As long as Bree is happy, I’m happy. And since my parents will no doubt have a conniption when they find out I’m entering a polyamorous relationship, they won’t be attending. I haven’t spoken to my father since the day I walked away from Shea Realty. It was the best decision I could’ve made. I never understood how toxic working with my dad was until I walked away.
Without him being able to pit my sister and me against each other, Gretchen and I have finally established a relationship, which has been nice. She hasn’t met Bree yet, but she knows about her, and Brody’s and my relationship with her, and she supports it, wanting me to be happy.
But she—as well as my parents—will meet her tonight at the charity gala we’re attending that Brody’s parents host every year for Speak Up—a nonprofit organization they started after Brody admitted to being sexually harassed by his mom’s ex-fiancé when he was a teenager, which came close to being assault. They hated that Brody was scared to speak up and wanted to find a way to support kids in the same position he was in, so they started Speak Up—and every October is the annual charity gala they host to raise money for it. Tonight, Brody and I will be attending with Bree and her kids.
“I don’t really have many people to invite,” Bree admits sheepishly. “Other than Beatrice and Steven and Lacey and her family. That’s pretty much it. But I wouldn’t want to make everyone travel and on such short notice. So maybe a small wedding at a hotel or something, and then we can go away somewhere?”
“Whatever you want is fine with us,” Brody says.
“I want to be a flower girl!” Evie exclaims, twirling around in her dress that she’s wearing tonight. As soon as she saw it, there was no stopping her from putting it on. Especially since we made sure to have one made for her creepy doll that looks like her. “Molly wants to be one too,” she adds, referring to said creepy doll.