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Miya.
“Ah, hey. My sister’s calling. I’ll see you at home?”
“See you at home, troublemaker.”
His nicknames for me aren’t nearly as sweet and endearing, but I like them all the same.
I like him.
It makes me too damn giddy.
I end the call and switch over to the video chat Miya is instigating. She’s sitting on her bed with the lamp turned on beside her, dark hair braided and hanging over her shoulder.I can faintly hear the rustling of Roxy so the two of them must be getting ready for bed.
“Long time no speak.”
She rolls her eyes and plasters on an amused smile. “You try planning a wedding to satisfy your very bold and abrasive soon-to-be wife and our verytraditionalKorean mother.”
That combination sounds absolutely horrifying. “She loves us and will be happy with whatever the two of you choose to do. The woman didn’t even blink when you brought Roxy home and told her this was the woman you were going to marry.”
My sister had very little interest in dating before she met Roxy, and that really only ended because the pressure of having the first grandchild was taken off her shoulders. Mom was so busy fussing over Calum that Miya finally got a bit of freedom.
The very first thing she did with it was explore her bisexuality.
“You’re my best man. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to offload some of this shit onto you.”
We both laugh but know exactly why I’m not in charge of anything official. Between work and Cal, my ability to keep up with commitments is abysmal. Cal also doesn’t handle the pressure change in planes very well, so we’re holding out on a visit until the wedding itself.
Which is in the middle of November.
Bless California weather, because I am more than happy to get out of these arctic temperatures.
“I mean, if you were down here, I could probably book you a bachelorette party at my job, but how much would Roxy appreciate you being the center of a hot-men-sandwich?”
Miya doesn’t even get a chance to open her mouth before Roxy’s damp, springy curls take up the screen.
“Roxy would be ecstatic and would demand to be on video call.”
Self-appointed queer with a capital Q, Roxy says her sexuality and gender identities are entirely fluid and has no interest in micro-labels.
“You just want to talk me into hooking up with one of the dancers so you can boss us around.”
Did I mention that they’re also openly poly?
That part we don’t talk about with mom—she’s cool with us exploring and loving who we want, but she isn’t cool abouteverything.I got one hell of an earful for knocking up Calum’s mom in college.
“I don't guess you’d be able to spring a trip to come and see Cal before the wedding, huh?”
I'm half worried it'll be too much for him, and he'll spend the whole time stuck in the hotel room.
Miya takes the phone back and leans against her headboard.
“I wish, little brother. Money istight, and the big day is … two months away.”
Two months and my twin will be a married gal.
“Worth a shot.” I shrug and give her a lazy smile. “I love you.”
“Love you, too. Are you almost home?”
