Page 39 of Endless Harmonies

Nodding quickly, I watch him begin to stalk away after he kisses my forehead.

“Mav, wait!” I call out, sniffling. Dev complains because I sound upset, and I kiss his cheek, bringing him closer to me to snuggle. “Please come to my wedding? It’s small, and really just us and Jordan, but please?”

“We’ll be there,” Mav rasps, looking over his shoulder. There’s tears in his eyes, and the blood vessels are broken.

“I am happy about you and Atlas, by the way. It makes sense in a lot of ways. I don’t like how you used your relationship against my sister, but I wanted to make sure I told you.”

“Thanks, Tiny Valkyrie for being our biggest supporter, even when we fuck up,” he rumbles, walking away.

I hope this isn’t goodbye for forever. Maybe Layla will find someone amazing and they’re able to be around each other at some point. Tyler and she seemed to hit it off well at the club, and she mentioned that she’d be going on another date soon.

Brushing away my tears, I get back on the bus to get ready for our last performance together. Then we'll be back in Georgetown for a while, planning a wedding!

“You good?” Turner asks, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I say with a sad smile. “Just talking to Mav and settling this little one.”

“I saw,” he murmurs. “I get worried when you cry. I’m always torn between comforting you and burning the world down.”

“We’ll save the second part for another day, but I would like a hug,” I say primly, though my lips twitch in amusement.

“You’re a brat,” he chuckles, pulling me into his arms. “But you’re mine. Ready to go home?”

“Yeah. More than ready. I want my bed, I need to find a dress…”

“We have a lot to do,” he says, his eyes filled with excitement. “Just under a month before we get married on the sandy beaches of Florida and you become ours forever.”

“Baby, I’ve been yours since I was eighteen years old,” I giggle.

His lips cover mine as he holds Dev and I carefully. I feel cherished and loved, and most of all safe.

* * *

The house feelsas if it’s been waiting for us as we walk in after being gone for six days. We’ve been in five states during that time for three concerts, and I feel as if I just want to sleep for a week. I’m crashing from the constant adrenaline rush of performing.

“Want a nap?” Orion asks, yawning. He’s rarely tired, and always seems ready for anything. I’m glad I’m not the only one who is exhausted.

“I think I’m kind of hungry,” I tell him just as my stomach rumbles.

Roark and Derek are bringing in our things, and Layla and Turner have the babies already upstairs. The kids had a hardcore blowout, so it was easier for them to get bathed. I offered to do it, but my sister insisted.

“What do you want to eat?” O chuckles, kissing my forehead as he wraps his arm around my waist.

“I really want to make something, but I don’t think there’s anything in the house.” I sigh.

“Jordan had someone swing by and refill our fridge,” Roark says as he comes through the door. “Her name is Daisy, and your uncle said she’s his gift to us. She’s apparently a maid of sorts?”

“Do we really need a maid?” I ask with a smirk. It’s true, this house is huge and life is insane, but do we?

“It couldn’t hurt.” Orion shrugs. “I ran a full background check on her when he asked if he could have someone swing by. I didn’t realize he meant full time, though.”

“Well, let’s see what she brought us,” I squeal. I really am hungry.

Walking quickly, I bite my lip as I peek into the fridge. There’s pizza dough, a ton of possible toppings for it, taco ingredients, and, ooh, ready to bake cookies. Humming to myself, I decide on tacos with steak and chicken.

Pulling everything out for them, I decide to just make an early dinner since it’s already four in the afternoon.

“I’ll cut up your veggies if you’ll season the protein,” Orion offers as he pulls out a cutting board.

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