Page 67 of Wyatt & Weston
“Well hello there, little lady,” he says, his tone teasing. “Decided to come back, did we?”
I feel a flush of embarrassment but manage a small smile. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
Bo steps aside, still grinning. “The twins are in their rooms. I’ll let them know you’re here.”
“Wyatt! Weston! There’s someone at the door for you!” he calls, his voice carrying through the house.
I peek inside when I hear Weston’s voice, tinged with urgency. “Dad, whoever it is, tell them to come back later. We don't have time for this. We gotta go get our girl.”
My eyes widen in surprise. The words make my heart skip a beat, and I stand there, feeling a mix of hope and fear. He called me his girl. Maybe there is a chance this all works out.
“I will not tell them to come back so get your asses out here and send them away yourselves. They ain’t here for me!” Bo smirks before shooting me a wink.
“Dammit, Dad!” Wyatt shouts.
Footsteps echo down the stairs and then, I see them.
They freeze, eyes wide, as if they can't quite believe I'm standing there.
“Red?” Weston says, his voice full of disbelief.
“Hellcat…” Weston whispers.
“I’m gonna leave you three to it,” Bo murmurs and leaves us.
I give them an awkward smile and then the dam breaks and tears well in my eyes.
“Hi.”
There’s a moment of silence, and then they’re both moving toward me, their faces breaking into wide grins. Wyatt pulls me into a tight hug, and Weston wraps his arms around both of us. I’m crushed between them, but there’s no other place I’d rather be.
“We thought we lost you,” Weston murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
I pull back slightly, looking into their eyes. “I’ve been miserable without the both of you. I couldn’t stay away. I was stupid to think otherwise. My old life… it really sucks. I never saw how fake and meaningless everything really was. Not untilcoming here and seeing what life really should be like. I’ve never felt more alive than when I was here with you.”
Wyatt brushes a strand of hair from my face, his eyes searching mine. “What about fuckhead? Your parents? Hell, your things?”
“None of it matters. I’m divorced now and it’s like it never happened minus the not so memorable memories. Dad sat me down and handed me a folder full of potential husbands but I couldn’t do it. The idea of spending the rest of my life as a doll who only gets taken off the shelf for important events was suffocating and downright miserable. I can’t live for him anymore. I need to take control of my life and live for myself for once. And I fell pretty hard for two twin cowboys on what was supposed to be my honeymoon.”
Wyatt cups my face in his hands, his gaze intense. “I want you to listen real good right now, Hellcat, to what I’m about to say. We love you, Emma. And we’re going to make sure you know it every single day. You're the only person on this earth for us. It’s you, only you. There is no other person.”
I nod, my voice steady as happy tears fill my eyes. “I love you too. Both of you. So damn much. I know it was only two weeks but it feels like a lifetime already.”
Weston takes my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes. “So you’re here to stay? With us? Not in a cabin but with us here.” There's so much hope in his eyes it kills me knowing I hurt them.
“Yes.” I smile. “I kind of have to be because I gave up everything. The money, the house, the cars. I’m broke.” I laugh and wipe my tears. “Dad said if I left, I would be cut off. I didn’t care. None of it mattered. It’s only materialistic things. I don’t need them to be happy. I just need you two.” And I mean every word of it too.
They exchange a glance, and then Weston grins. “Well, it’s our job to take care of our woman anyway. You don’t need all that fancy bull shit. We got you, Red. You won’t ever truly need for anything.”
Wyatt chuckles, pulling me close again. “You might not have the lavish lifestyle, but we can make you happy. And goats, we can give you endless goats.”
I tip my head back and laugh, pure happiness flowing through me. “Money doesn’t matter when you have love. And goats.”
This is where I belong, with them, in a place where love and happiness aren’t measured by wealth but by the strength of our bond.
We walk inside, and the familiar warmth of the house surrounds me. The earthy smell of the ranch creates a sense of comfort. Wyatt and Weston lead me to the living room, where we settle onto the couch.
I’m finally home.
