Today was… everything I’ve ever wanted in a family.
Funny, snarky, peaceful.
No fighting.
No name-calling.
No shaming.
Just an enjoyable time.
Ethan even clapped Fisher on the back by the end of it. But I think we all could tell his earlier mean mugging was just show, something he did because he’s the older brother. Because he cares. Because he’s a protector.
A sparkly string wraps itself around my heart.
A string that feels like family. That wants to tie all my broken pieces together.
And I want to let it.
I want to stay here, in this family, with these people.
I want to stay with Ethan.
Here or at my house.
I just want tostay.
I want to keep feeling safe and loved. And…
And I need to tell him.
I need to tell Ethan how much he means to me.
Tell him that we may have started because of Uncle Jack’s scheme. But it’s not a scheme anymore.
Without the money.
Without an inheritance.
I’d still pickhim.
I’d staywith him.
My inhale feels choppy.
You can do the hard things, Matty.
I believe in you.
I reread Uncle Jack’s letters last week, wanting to feel closer to him.
Wanting to thank him for pushing Ethan and me together.
We’d already met. And I like to think that even without the whole ruse, we’d still have found our way together. But I still feel like I owe Uncle Jack for speeding up that timeline.
These last couple months would’ve been lonely without Ethan.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower.” Ethan steps into the kitchen through the deck door. “I smell like the grill.”