Chapter Thirty-Six


    Shay


    Brayden has never smiled as much as he has since he started dating Molly, and never smiled as big as


    he did standing on the sand behind our family cabin and saying his vows.


    The service was beautiful. The pastor gave a speech about how a marriage ceremony isn’t about two


    people making vows andmitting to each other—as that’s already happened one way or another


    before the ceremony—but about themunity epting them as a couple. When the pastor spoke


    about love withstanding even the toughest trials, I found myself turning to Easton, only to find he was


    already watching me. Our eyes locked as the pastor spoke about the patience of the heart and reward


    of love, and Easton smiled. A private smile just for me that made my heart race and my knees go weak.


    The reception is a small gathering—or as small as anything with my family can be—but everyone is


    seated at tables on the back patio that overlooks theke. Molly hired her chef from the banquet center


    to do the cooking and brought some of her waitstaff out to serve us. There’s no microphone when I


    stand to give my speech, and I’m grateful for that. The worst thing about having an English degree is


    that when people ask you to give a speech or write a letter, they have really high expectations. At least


    if I screw this up, my voice won’t be amplified.


    I smile at my new sister-inw. She’s flushed and glowing, holding Brayden’s hand and her son Noah


    on herp. She truly looks like this is the happiest day of her life.


    I lift my ss. “Molly, I always wanted a sister. You probably don’t know this, but it wasn’t until the little


    hellion that is my brother Levi turned three that Mom announced she wasn’t going to have any more


    children. Before him, she’d intended to continue popping out babies until her body wouldn’t cooperate


    anymore. While I understood why Levi would make even my most-patient mother tap out of the child-


    raising business, I was crushed.”


    Everyoneughs, and I wink at my mom, who shrugs like Can you me me? Levi doesn’t look too


    offended. He knows the story.


    “All of my brothers were relieved at the news because, let’s face it, things were getting kind of crowded.


    But not me. I’d been wishing for a sister, and it looked like my chance was gone. What I didn’t realize


    when I was a kid was that I’d be lucky enough to get five sisters. Molly, you’re perfect for my big


    brother. You make him smile andugh and somehow even get him to stop working from time to time.”


    Everyoneughs softly, and I take a breath before continuing. “And you’re good for me too,” I say, the


    words breaking a little. I nce around the patio. Teagan’s wearing a shiny new engagement band, and


    I choke up a little at the reminder. Ava’s holding her one-year-old daughter, Lauren, while Jake keeps


    an arm around her shoulders. Ellie’s leaning on Levi, and Nic has her fingers intertwined with Ethan’s.


    By the time I look back to Molly, I think everyone understands why I feel so damn grateful. “You’re all


    better than sisters. I’m a pretty private person and I never wanted to burden anyone else with my


    troubles, but in you, Molly, and in Ava, Ellie, Nic, and Teagan, I don’t just have sisters. I have friends I


    can go to any time life is rough. Thank you for being brave enough toe back to Jackson Harbor.


    You’re a piece of this family as essential as one of my brothers.” I throw Levi a look and grunt. “Except


    maybe him. We’d be all right without him.”


    “Heeey!” Levi says over everyone’sughter. “This is family time, brat!”


    I blow him a kiss and shake my head. “But seriously, Molly. Today you’re not just marrying Brayden.


    You’re stuck with all of us—even Levi—and we’re lucky enough to have duped you into thinking this is


    a good thing. I’m grateful for you and Noah, and so thrilled to call you both Jacksons. Here’s to you and


    Brayden.” I lift my ss of sparkling apple juice in the air. “May you always be lucky enough to know


    what a gift you have in each other.”


    Everyone cheers, and I lower back into my seat.


    Easton leans over, his mouth brushing my ear. “Do you know how wild I am about you?”


    I smile. “I might have an idea.”


    He nips my earlobe. “Good. Just checking.”


    Easton


    When dinner’s over and everyone’s dancing on the beach, I stand and offer Shay my hand. “Dance


    with me?” I nod to the beach where all of her brothers are entranced by their dance partners. “Brayden


    and Molly want everyone out there.”


    She bites her bottom lip. I want to bite that lip myself, but biting leads to sucking, and sucking leads to


    roaming hands, and . . . Well, we’re expected to be out here for the next couple of hours, so I’m trying


    to pace myself. “I suppose. If I have to.”


    I lead her down to the beach.


    Shay loops her hands behind my neck, and I settle mine at her hips as we slowly sway to the music.


    I scan the family surrounding us and shake my head. “Carter was right.”


    She cocks her head. “About what?”


    “I told him he shouldn’t propose today. That it’s a little . . . I don’t know, faux pas to propose at someone


    else’s wedding.”


    “I don’t think Teagan cared when he did it. She just wants to marry him.”


    “Oh, I think she cared.” I pull her closer and rub a hand up and down her back. “I think she likes


    celebrating with your family. He proposed here because she’s part of this now. Officially.”


    She smiles. “She’s stuck with us.”


    “Lucky girl,” I whisper.


    “You’ve been stuck with us since you were a kid,” she says. “Don’t deny it.”


    “I wouldn’t dare. I consider myself lucky too, but I wasn’t as lucky then as I am now.”


    “For a guy who says he’s not good with words, you are such a charmer.” She closes her eyes and rests


    her head on my chest.


    Warmth floods through me. That sense of rightness clicks into ce. Everything is working out. Scarlett


    even found a ce in Chicago yesterday. She said it’s a better fit for her than Jackson Harbor and that


    she didn’t want to get in the way of my fresh start with Shay.


    “Can I dance?”


    Shay and I still our feet at Abi’s request. With a small smile, Shay steps back and nods at me, getting


    out of the way so I can dance with my daughter. I grab her hand before she can get far.


    “How about we all three dance together?”


    Abi grins. “Okay!”


    We all hold hands and sway to the music. And I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.


    Easton


    Twenty-nine weekster


    “Easton! Oh my God, Easton! Get in here!”


    There’s a special speed I can run through my house. I call it the I-think-my-girlfriend’s-inbor speed.


    That’s the speed I use as I fly down the hall and into the den. I grab the doorframe as I turn the corner


    and narrowly miss falling on my ass on the hardwood floor. I’m still bruised on my right side from when I


    thought she was inborst weekend.


    I’m not sure what’s more embarrassing about that—that she was doing it to show the girls how fast I’d


    out seconds after contractions start.


    Shay’s sitting at her desk, staring wide-eyed at theputer screen.


    I try to y it cool and hide that I ran here. “What can I do for you, Dr. Jackson?”


    She rolls her eyes at the name, but hell, she earned it. “I have a reply from that agent.”


    “The one you queriedst week?”


    “No, the one whose contact info you gave me. Remember, I sent her my manuscriptst month.”


    I was starting to think my buddy had given me a false lead when she wasn’t hearing anything back.


    “What’d she say?”


    “She loves it.” She presses both hands against her mouth and shakes her head. “Actually, what she


    says is she loves, loves, loves it. Three loves, Easton.”


    “I told you it was good.”


    “And baby, I appreciate that, but how much YA romance do you really read?”


    “I don’t have to read the genre to know a good book when I read one.”


    She makes a face. “Am I going to be this emotional forever?” Then . . . three, two, one, tears.


    I guide her out of her chair and pull her into my arms. Admittedly, hugs aren’t the same these days, with


    this big watermelon she’s carrying around on the front of her, but I’m notining. Shay is beautiful


    pregnant. It never did anything for me with Scarlett, but the sight of Shay’s rounded belly makes me


    want to pull out a camera and catalogue every inch and curve of her. I did that one night, but inevitably


    ended up pulling out other things before I finished.


    “I’m so proud of you,” I murmur into her hair. “I knew you could do it.”


    “It doesn’t mean anything yet. I told her I’ll sign with her, but now she has to find an editor who wants to


    buy it.”


    “Easton, I think I need to go to the hospital.” She grimaces.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    “What? Are you in pain?” I look around on the floor. “Did your water break? Does something feel


    wrong?”


    I’m already running to the nursery to get the hospital bag. I’ve nearly perfected my I-think-my-


    girlfriend’s-inbor speed and I’m back in a sh. “You ready?” Co?tent оf


    “You’re ridiculous,” she says, but she’s smiling.


    “I’m . . .” I sink to my knees and press a kiss to her rounded belly. “I’m desperately in love.”


    “I love you too,” she says.


    I nod. “Yes, that, but I was talking to the kid.” I cup her stomach in both hands. “What do you say,


    kiddo? Are you ready to meet your daddy?”


    Shay cries out and crumples to the floor at the same time. I catch her on her way down. “I think we


    need to go.”


    ***


    Shay


    When they put my baby in Easton’s arms for the first time, I saw the love in his eyes and just knew he


    was the best choice I’d ever made for myself or my child. Because I’d been through enough heartache


    and loss to know when something’s worth fighting for. Because he made me feel beautiful and believe


    in fairytales again. Because I loved this man with the light brown hair and blue-green eyes who looked


    at our child like I’d just given him the best gift in the world. And,ter, when our hospital room was full of


    happy, celebrating Jacksons, when Franklin Jackson Connor was sleeping in my arms, I smiled with


    the knowledge that someday I would marry Easton Connor.


    It was my secret. One I vowed to keep to myself until the time was right. Easton didn’t know my ns.


    And I had no idea he had a ring in his pocket and was about to propose in front of my entire family.


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