Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Six
Shay
Brayden has never smiled as much as he has since he started dating Molly, and never smiled as big as
he did standing on the sand behind our family cabin and saying his vows.
The service was beautiful. The pastor gave a speech about how a marriage ceremony isn’t about two
people making vows and committing to each other—as that’s already happened one way or another
before the ceremony—but about the community accepting them as a couple. When the pastor spoke
about love withstanding even the toughest trials, I found myself turning to Easton, only to find he was
already watching me. Our eyes locked as the pastor spoke about the patience of the heart and reward
of love, and Easton smiled. A private smile just for me that made my heart race and my knees go weak.
The reception is a small gathering—or as small as anything with my family can be—but everyone is
seated at tables on the back patio that overlooks the lake. Molly hired her chef from the banquet center
to do the cooking and brought some of her waitstaff out to serve us. There’s no microphone when I
stand to give my speech, and I’m grateful for that. The worst thing about having an English degree is
that when people ask you to give a speech or write a letter, they have really high expectations. At least
if I screw this up, my voice won’t be amplified.
I smile at my new sister-in-law. She’s flushed and glowing, holding Brayden’s hand and her son Noah
on her lap. She truly looks like this is the happiest day of her life.
I lift my glass. “Molly, I always wanted a sister. You probably don’t know this, but it wasn’t until the little
hellion that is my brother Levi turned three that Mom announced she wasn’t going to have any more
children. Before him, she’d intended to continue popping out babies until her body wouldn’t cooperate
anymore. While I understood why Levi would make even my most-patient mother tap out of the child-
raising business, I was crushed.”
Everyone laughs, and I wink at my mom, who shrugs like Can you blame me? Levi doesn’t look too
offended. He knows the story.
“All of my brothers were relieved at the news because, let’s face it, things were getting kind of crowded.
But not me. I’d been wishing for a sister, and it looked like my chance was gone. What I didn’t realize
when I was a kid was that I’d be lucky enough to get five sisters. Molly, you’re perfect for my big
brother. You make him smile and laugh and somehow even get him to stop working from time to time.”
Everyone laughs softly, and I take a breath before continuing. “And you’re good for me too,” I say, the
words breaking a little. I glance around the patio. Teagan’s wearing a shiny new engagement band, and Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
I choke up a little at the reminder. Ava’s holding her one-year-old daughter, Lauren, while Jake keeps
an arm around her shoulders. Ellie’s leaning on Levi, and Nic has her fingers intertwined with Ethan’s.
By the time I look back to Molly, I think everyone understands why I feel so damn grateful. “You’re all
better than sisters. I’m a pretty private person and I never wanted to burden anyone else with my
troubles, but in you, Molly, and in Ava, Ellie, Nic, and Teagan, I don’t just have sisters. I have friends I
can go to any time life is rough. Thank you for being brave enough to come back to Jackson Harbor.
You’re a piece of this family as essential as one of my brothers.” I throw Levi a look and grunt. “Except
maybe him. We’d be all right without him.”
“Heeey!” Levi says over everyone’s laughter. “This is family time, brat!”
I blow him a kiss and shake my head. “But seriously, Molly. Today you’re not just marrying Brayden.
You’re stuck with all of us—even Levi—and we’re lucky enough to have duped you into thinking this is
a good thing. I’m grateful for you and Noah, and so thrilled to call you both Jacksons. Here’s to you and
Brayden.” I lift my glass of sparkling apple juice in the air. “May you always be lucky enough to know
what a gift you have in each other.”
Everyone cheers, and I lower back into my seat.
Easton leans over, his mouth brushing my ear. “Do you know how wild I am about you?”
I smile. “I might have an idea.”
He nips my earlobe. “Good. Just checking.”
Easton
When dinner’s over and everyone’s dancing on the beach, I stand and offer Shay my hand. “Dance
with me?” I nod to the beach where all of her brothers are entranced by their dance partners. “Brayden
and Molly want everyone out there.”
She bites her bottom lip. I want to bite that lip myself, but biting leads to sucking, and sucking leads to
roaming hands, and . . . Well, we’re expected to be out here for the next couple of hours, so I’m trying
to pace myself. “I suppose. If I have to.”
I lead her down to the beach.
Shay loops her hands behind my neck, and I settle mine at her hips as we slowly sway to the music.
I scan the family surrounding us and shake my head. “Carter was right.”
She cocks her head. “About what?”
“I told him he shouldn’t propose today. That it’s a little . . . I don’t know, faux pas to propose at someone
else’s wedding.”
“I don’t think Teagan cared when he did it. She just wants to marry him.”
“Oh, I think she cared.” I pull her closer and rub a hand up and down her back. “I think she likes
celebrating with your family. He proposed here because she’s part of this now. Officially.”
She smiles. “She’s stuck with us.”
“Lucky girl,” I whisper.
“You’ve been stuck with us since you were a kid,” she says. “Don’t deny it.”
“I wouldn’t dare. I consider myself lucky too, but I wasn’t as lucky then as I am now.”
“For a guy who says he’s not good with words, you are such a charmer.” She closes her eyes and rests
her head on my chest.
Warmth floods through me. That sense of rightness clicks into place. Everything is working out. Scarlett
even found a place in Chicago yesterday. She said it’s a better fit for her than Jackson Harbor and that
she didn’t want to get in the way of my fresh start with Shay.
“Can I dance?”
Shay and I still our feet at Abi’s request. With a small smile, Shay steps back and nods at me, getting
out of the way so I can dance with my daughter. I grab her hand before she can get far.
“How about we all three dance together?”
Abi grins. “Okay!”
We all hold hands and sway to the music. And I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
Easton
Twenty-nine weeks later
“Easton! Oh my God, Easton! Get in here!”
There’s a special speed I can run through my house. I call it the I-think-my-girlfriend’s-in-labor speed.
That’s the speed I use as I fly down the hall and into the den. I grab the doorframe as I turn the corner
and narrowly miss falling on my ass on the hardwood floor. I’m still bruised on my right side from when I
thought she was in labor last weekend.
I’m not sure what’s more embarrassing about that—that she was doing it to show the girls how fast I’d
come, or that, as she pointed out, this isn’t my first rodeo and I’m well aware that babies don’t just fall
out seconds after contractions start.
Shay’s sitting at her desk, staring wide-eyed at the computer screen.
I try to play it cool and hide that I ran here. “What can I do for you, Dr. Jackson?”
She rolls her eyes at the name, but hell, she earned it. “I have a reply from that agent.”
“The one you queried last week?”
“No, the one whose contact info you gave me. Remember, I sent her my manuscript last month.”
I was starting to think my buddy had given me a false lead when she wasn’t hearing anything back.
“What’d she say?”
“She loves it.” She presses both hands against her mouth and shakes her head. “Actually, what she
says is she loves, loves, loves it. Three loves, Easton.”
“I told you it was good.”
“And baby, I appreciate that, but how much YA romance do you really read?”
“I don’t have to read the genre to know a good book when I read one.”
She makes a face. “Am I going to be this emotional forever?” Then . . . three, two, one, tears.
I guide her out of her chair and pull her into my arms. Admittedly, hugs aren’t the same these days, with
this big watermelon she’s carrying around on the front of her, but I’m not complaining. Shay is beautiful
pregnant. It never did anything for me with Scarlett, but the sight of Shay’s rounded belly makes me
want to pull out a camera and catalogue every inch and curve of her. I did that one night, but inevitably
ended up pulling out other things before I finished.
“I’m so proud of you,” I murmur into her hair. “I knew you could do it.”
“It doesn’t mean anything yet. I told her I’ll sign with her, but now she has to find an editor who wants to
buy it.”
“Easton, I think I need to go to the hospital.” She grimaces.
“What? Are you in pain?” I look around on the floor. “Did your water break? Does something feel
wrong?”
I’m already running to the nursery to get the hospital bag. I’ve nearly perfected my I-think-my-
girlfriend’s-in-labor speed and I’m back in a flash. “You ready?” Coոtent оf
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but she’s smiling.
“I’m . . .” I sink to my knees and press a kiss to her rounded belly. “I’m desperately in love.”
“I love you too,” she says.
I nod. “Yes, that, but I was talking to the kid.” I cup her stomach in both hands. “What do you say,
kiddo? Are you ready to meet your daddy?”
Shay cries out and crumples to the floor at the same time. I catch her on her way down. “I think we
need to go.”
***
Shay
When they put my baby in Easton’s arms for the first time, I saw the love in his eyes and just knew he
was the best choice I’d ever made for myself or my child. Because I’d been through enough heartache
and loss to know when something’s worth fighting for. Because he made me feel beautiful and believe
in fairytales again. Because I loved this man with the light brown hair and blue-green eyes who looked
at our child like I’d just given him the best gift in the world. And, later, when our hospital room was full of
happy, celebrating Jacksons, when Franklin Jackson Connor was sleeping in my arms, I smiled with
the knowledge that someday I would marry Easton Connor.
It was my secret. One I vowed to keep to myself until the time was right. Easton didn’t know my plans.
And I had no idea he had a ring in his pocket and was about to propose in front of my entire family.