Page 13 of Making June Mine

“I know, and I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m just so…”

“I know, baby. Just sleep now. Everything will work itself out, you’ll see.”

“You’re so optimistic. I wish I knew how to be.”

I kiss her forehead before drifting off to sleep.

I wander down to the jewelry store. I’ve had my eye on an engagement ring that I know will look amazing on June’s finger.

“Hey Marco,” I say as I walk into the store.

“Hey, Owen. How can I help you today?”

“I’m here for that ring.”

“The vintage 20s solitaire princess cut?”

“That’s the one.”

“Alright. I’ll get that boxed up for you.”

“Thanks,” I say, producing my credit card.

Ten minutes later, I leave with a gorgeous ring in my pocket and a spring in my step.

I know she has a lot coming at her right now, so I’ll bide my time until I promise her. I’ll stop at nothing to make sure June Carter is mine forever.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

JUNE

THREE DAYS LATER

It has been a couple of days. Well, really a few since we all learned we are sisters and that the President of the United States is our biological father. Holy hell. My mind is still blown when I say it.

The day before yesterday, I called Hailie and told her May and I needed to speak with her and the president. I asked if we could meet at her house. Of course, she was curious and asked a few questions, but I didn’t feel safe speaking over the phone, so she relented.

My other sisters—wow, I have sisters…arrived last night, and we had a good old-fashioned slumber party at my place. Seeing them all again, but this time as my own flesh and blood, was surreal and exciting. We stayed up all night talking, exchanging stories, video chatting with Junie, who couldn’t make it, and eating junk food. Yeah, we had a great time.

Now, here we are, all walking up to Hailie's door, and none of us are saying anything. I ring the bell, and she opens it immediately as if she were at the door waiting. “Oh my. Who are all of these lovely ladies?” she asks, letting us in.

“Hailie, these are my sisters.” She looks taken aback, as I expected, because everyone knows I was an only child. I can see the questions in her head, but she doesn’t ask; she simply leads us into her living room.

“Well, here he is. Do you mind telling us what is going on?” I look toward him, and his eyes look confused for a moment until he takes in all of us. His eyes soften but also get wide as it hits him.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking at me and them.

“Yes. We are all sure.” May says. January is behind me, crying like a baby, thanks to how far along she is in her pregnancy.

“My God you are all so beautiful. I can see a little of her in each of you.” February grips my arm, trying to reach for strength, but the thing is, I am just as rocked as they are. “I can’t believe it worked,” he says, standing and walking over to us. Hailie is getting visibly irritated she is not in on what is happening.

“Will someone tell me what the heck is going on?” she demands, hand on hip. He turns toward her and grabs her hand. He looks at her sheepishly, unsure how to tell her, but this is definitely his to tell.

“These are my daughters.” She gasps and damn near falls to the couch, it’s almost as if she’s passed out, but she manages to stay awake.

“What did you just say?” He sits beside her and rubs her cheek.

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