Page 44 of Blazing Hearts

There was no need for words now, just the quiet rhythm of their breathing, the steady pulse of the waves. It was as though they had finally found their footing in the midst of all the chaos, standing side by side, vulnerable but strong. Both of them had been tested in ways they never could have anticipated, and yet here they were, still standing, still choosing each other.

EPILOGUE

5 YEARS LATER

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Phoenix Ridge. It was a peaceful evening, the kind that seemed to promise hope and a future full of possibilities. Mallory stood on the balcony of their apartment, the cool evening breeze tousling her hair as she looked out at the view of the city. The streetlights were beginning to flicker on, and the distant hum of traffic was a constant reminder of the life they had built in this place.

She smiled to herself, a contented feeling in her chest as she watched the city. Five years ago, life had felt uncertain—riddled with fear, questions, and unknowns. But now, with Kara by her side, everything had shifted. The trust, the love, and the commitment they had slowly built over time had turned into something unshakable. Something real.

Kara appeared beside her on the balcony, a coffee cup in her hand, the slight limp from her previous injuries still there but no longer as pronounced. Kara’s smile was easy and full of warmth as she leaned against the railing beside Mallory.

“I was thinking about taking a few days off next month,” Kara said, her voice low and easy. “Maybe we can finally get away to that cabin you’ve been talking about.”

Mallory laughed softly. “It’s been a while since we had a real vacation, hasn’t it?”

They had grown so accustomed to their routines—Kara’s job at the fire department, Mallory’s hours at the hospital—that they’d both forgotten how to take time for themselves. The idea of being somewhere quiet and away from the noise of the city felt like a much-needed reprieve.

“Maybe we can invite Ember and Josephine along. They could use a break too,” Mallory said, thinking about their friends who had been there for them through thick and thin.

Kara’s grin widened at the mention of their friends. “I think they’d love that. I’ll run it by them, but something tells me Ember will be all in.”

Their friends had become family in the years since Mallory and Kara had started dating. Ember and Josephine had been a stable source of help for the pair of them. With Natalie now in middle school, Kara still couldn’t believe she was eleven, Ember was busy with her business fixing up cars. Josephine was still working tirelessly to keep Phoenix Ridge hospital running smoothly. They all made an effort to support one another, whether it was celebrating birthdays or offering a listening ear on difficult days.

And then there was Scotti, who was married to Dr. Naomi Crane, another surgeon working in research at the hospital where Mallory worked. Scotti had been the steady friend, the one who reminded them both to take a breath. Now, Scotti and Naomi had a young daughter, Romily, and they were a perfect example of love and balance, even with their demanding careers.

“You know,” Kara said, taking a sip from her coffee, “it still feels surreal sometimes. How far we’ve come from where we started.”

Mallory nodded, the familiar warmth of Kara’s touch against her back bringing her a sense of peace. “I know. It feels like another lifetime, doesn’t it?”

Five years ago, Kara had been recovering from her injuries, and Mallory had just begun to understand what it meant to love without fear. They had gone through struggles—some personal, some professional—but they had faced it all together. There had been moments of doubt, moments where they both wondered if they were strong enough, but they had come out the other side. And now, standing here with Kara, the woman she loved, the woman who had become her best friend and partner, Mallory felt the kind of contentment she’d always longed for.

“I never thought I’d find someone who would get me the way you do,” Mallory said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

Kara looked at her, her eyes soft and understanding. “Same here. I never thought I’d find someone who would make me want to be better. You make me better, Mallory.”

They stood there for a moment, the sound of the city below them fading into the background as they simply took in the comfort of one another’s presence.

* * *

The warm evening air wrapped around the backyard, the smell of grilling burgers, hot dogs, and vegetables filling the air. Mallory and Kara had outdone themselves with the barbecue, a spread of food that reflected their growing confidence as hosts and the easy comfort they shared with their friends. The backyard was alive with laughter, the clink of glasses, and the soft hum of conversations that drifted on the breeze.

Kara stood by the grill, flipping the burgers and checking the skewers of vegetables with the practiced ease of someone who had spent many summers doing this. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing the faint marks and scars from her fire-fighting career, but none of them bothered her now. She grinned at Mallory, who was setting the table with a variety of side dishes, the fresh scent of corn on the cob mingling with the smoky aroma of the grill.

“Everything’s looking perfect,” Mallory said, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she turned to look at Kara. Her voice was light, but her eyes sparkled with pride. She had been nervous at first about hosting such a big gathering, but Kara’s calming presence had made everything feel natural. They’d come so far from the quiet dinners in their apartment to this—hosting friends, making memories, and finding joy in the small things.

“Of course it is,” Kara replied, tossing a burger patty onto the grill with a satisfied sizzle. “I’m an expert at this by now.”

Mallory laughed softly, stepping back to admire the setup. The picnic table was adorned with fresh flowers, and the lawn was scattered with blankets and lawn chairs. Some of their friends had already settled in, and the atmosphere was one of ease—no pretenses, just the kind of gathering that made everyone feel like they belonged.

Ember and Josephine were first to arrive at the table, plates in hand, Natalie trailing behind them glued to her phone. Ember, ever the enthusiast, piled hers high with food, while Josephine, more reserved but equally appreciative, took a more modest helping. The two shared a laugh, their connection clear as they playfully bickered about who had grabbed the last piece of grilled zucchini.

“Thanks for the invite,” Josephine said to Mallory, her eyes warm. “This feels like a much-needed break from everything.”

“Of course,” Mallory replied, smiling back. “We’re glad you’re here. You’re family.”

Nearby, Scotti and Naomi had just settled down with their daughter, Romily, who was already running around, her tiny feet kicking up the grass as she played with a colorful beach ball. Scotti, ever the protective mother, kept an eye on her, while Naomi laughed along with her. Their daughter had a contagious energy, and everyone took turns playing with her. Mallory caught a glimpse of Scotti’s face—a look of peace she hadn’t always seen before, the kind of calm that came from knowing she had a good life, full of love and support.

Romily, with her unfiltered enthusiasm, darted over to Mallory and Kara, her tiny hands outstretched as she asked if they could play. Kara bent down to pick her up, her hands strong yet gentle as she hoisted the little girl onto her hip. “What do you want to play, Rom?”

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