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The only sound is the faint hum of my Christmas playlist still playing in the background and the quiet, steady rhythm of their heartbeats in my ear.
When Jack finally speaks, he says, “Will you have us, Holly?”
That’s all it takes.
The tears come hot and fast, slipping down my cheeks before I can stop them.
“Yes. Of course I will.”
They don’t let me go.
35
HOLLY
It’s ridiculous how light I feel when I’m picked up and brought to my room.
They exchange little smiles when they lay me down on top of my bed and crowd around me, soft ones, not mocking.
Then they laugh, quiet and warm, and before I can blink, I’m surrounded all at once.
Jack’s arm hooks around my waist, Reece’s big hand cradles the back of my head, Liam presses his chest to my back, caging me in.
Their heat, their smell, everything about them swallows me whole.
“This feels like a dream,” I murmur.
“Not a dream,” Jack’s mouth is close to my ear when he speaks. “You have us for life, sweetheart.”
Liam nods. “We’re yours just as much as you’re ours.”
And Reece, steady and certain, tells me, “We’re not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”
I don’t even notice the tears again until Liam’s thumb brushes one from my cheek.
I can’t stop the broken sound that slips out of me. “You mean that?”
“All of it,” Jack says, and there’s no hesitation at all.
The pressure I’ve been carrying cracks.
My body sags against them like I’m finally safe enough to stop holding myself upright.
It’s too much, too much hope after too much hurt, and my voice trembles when I say, “Please don’t change your minds.”
Jack answers with a kiss to my forehead, firm and grounding. “We won’t.”
I reach for him first, because he’s the one who always needs that little push to stay with the rest of us.
I cup his jaw and pull him down for a kiss.
His lips are warm and sure, moving against mine like he’s been holding himself back for days.
Liam moves in behind me again, his chest solid against my back.
His hands slide over my waist as he nuzzles into my neck. “We missed you, sweet thing.”
Reece’s hand trails down my arm until our fingers link.
