Headstrong Like Us (Like Us, #6)

by Krista Ritchie

Dum spiro, spero. While I breathe, I hope. I slip the black band on his tattooed finger, and as soon as I finish, Oscar declares, “By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband.” I don’t hear anything else. Farrow’s hand is on the back of my neck. Mine on his, and we unite in a soul-bearing kiss. All around us is clapping and lightning and thunder.

And I’d like to think Plato was right. That in the beginning of time, it was Farrow and me, and we were once whole together. Our souls united. But like all humans, we were split down the middle. Separate halves wandering around this universe. We found each other. And finally, together, we became whole again.

“We’re adopting Ripley.”

You know Ripley Keene Hale as the cute baby to me and Farrow, my bodyguard-turned-husband. You’ve seen Ripley become attached to a yellow pirate parrot and be a little trooper in front of the media, and you love when all three of us are together. You’ve created Tumblr pages and fan accounts dedicated to our family.

Fair Warning: if you fuck with our son, we’ll wipe you from the face of existence.

“I have a feeling he’ll be headstrong like us.”

“This is where we said I love you for the first time.”

“And I’ll always love you, wolf scout.”

I’ve never been happier. Never loved stronger or more.