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“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “How is the farm?”

“A pain in my ass,” I said, grateful for the subject change. “I’m not cut out for farm life anymore. I’m sore almost every day.”

“Maybe you don’t need fancy workout equipment, just the farm life,” she chuckled.

“No, thank you.” I laid back against the headboard. “I think I have almost hit my limit for farming for the rest of my life.”

“I have to say, I think I would love to see you all rugged from work,” she sighed. “I think you would look sexy as hell.”

“I’ll have to ask Camila to take a picture to show you,” I said, looking over at Camila who was very focused.

“How… how is she?” Genevieve was always hesitant to ask how Camila was.

“She’s good, just working on a few sketches,” I said, debating if I wanted to offer to talk to her.

“Can I say hello?” Her voice was timid, so different than what I was used to hearing and it made me wonder if something had happened between them

“Let me see,” I said, putting my hand over the phone. “Camila, she'd like to say hi.”

She looked at the phone like it was the bane of her existence before she grabbed it.

“Hello,” she clipped.

Camila looked bored as she gave one-word answers until she began to look a little softer.

“Ok, I can do that,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I will, ok, you too.”

She gave the phone back to me, going back to her drawing quickly. I didn’t like this tension between us and it only made me want to go back home more quickly so we could hash this all out and move on together.

Coming here had made me realize that I wanted us all together. Life was too short to not live with the two women who had stolen my heart and made life so much better.

30

Genevieve

If I didn’t love Easton and Vincent so much, I would have skipped out on their wedding. I didn’t feel very festive about love. My mind was far away from here, wondering how Luke was doing after the funeral. It hurt to be so far away when I wanted to be there for him, but Camila was right.

As much as I wanted to say I was all in right then and there, I was still scared. Luke still didn’t know what I had almost done and it wasn’t fair to say anything now, not while he was grieving his parents. So, no matter what I wanted, I needed to respect Camila’s wishes.

I looked down at my phone with no new messages. Camila had been keeping me informed all day, but her texts were few and far between and I wouldn’t doubt she was doing it on purpose. While I wanted to be mad, I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of her for putting me in my place.

“I want to be there for it all, because that’s what family does. I choose you to be my family.” I looked up to see Vincent saying his vows. “I love you, Noemi and Easton, los dos son el amor de mi vida.”

His words brought a smile to my face as we all clapped for the lovely throuple. As much as I wanted to be grumpy, I wasreally happy for my friends. They walked down the aisle before we all headed inside away from the cold. It was a small wedding, thankfully, they didn’t have ten speeches, a wedding cake or other obnoxious wedding traditions.

Yes, I know I’m a bitch but sue me, weddings are expensive, and I’d rather get some clothes, jewelry or an amazing vacation instead. Take me to court, give me pie and fuck me senseless. That sounded like the perfect wedding to me.

The grooms and bride were getting ready to leave as my threshold of peopling hit it’s max. They came over to my side of the table as I stood up.

“You look absolutely stunning, Noemi,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you, and thank you for coming,” she said, as Vincent and Easton kissed me on the cheek.

“Of course, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world especially when the two men I thought would be forever bachelors finally decided to tie the knot,” I said, admiring all of their lovesick looks at each other.

“Are you ok?” Easton asked, even though he had asked me when I arrived.

“For now, we will see how I feel when they return,” I said, hating the uneasiness I felt. “They do send their congratulations.”

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