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“First,” he says, “if you haven’t heard already, Luna is moving into Maximoff and Jane’s townhouse. Which means Quinn is now back at security’s place with you two.” He gestures to Thatcher and me.
Thatcher gave up his power and his higher pay to stay in Omega and on Jane’s detail.
“They’re all going to leave,” Uncle Connor pipes in. “It’s generally what children do when they get older.” “And now she’s really crying. Good job, Richard,” Aunt Rose says.
We’re all quiet, but Rose hastily unclasps her Chanel purse, her nails painted a matte black. Tabloids call my aunt an “ice queen” but her heart is fucking giant. I saw it as a kid when five-year-old Ben got poison ivy and she told her son she’d bear his pain for him if she could. She whispered in French, made him a hot bath, and sat with him the whole night. And I definitely see her heart now. As she pulls out a pair of heels.
“No,” Jane says, holding the heels with her mom for an extra beat. “They’re perfect.” I smile with practically everyone else. My dad pipes in, “Good, she’s been carrying those things around for four months.” “Lo!” my mom whisper-hisses and slugs his shoulder. “That’s a secret.” “Oops,” my dad says dryly, but he smiles at Jane who looks overwhelmed
“Parenting never gets easier. Not when you love them, and you need to be hard on them, but you’re afraid to break them. And you think you’re doing everything right as a parent because you know what’s wrong, but still, it’s inevitable. We’ll fail. We always do.”
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Instantly, our photo pops up in the feed. Only three words beneath the picture. Three words that announce we’re a couple. Three words that I’ll never forget. Three words that’ll change everything. Lovers Like Us.
