Page 8 of Unicorns Forever
My heart squeezed in the very best way. Was there anything better than someone who wished you could be with them but totally understood why you couldn’t? “Let’s see if you’re singing the same tune this time next week after Fenn’s managed to soup up the engine on your delivery van and I’ve told Con every embarrassing Micah story I can think of.”
“I’ll still say that,” Micah insisted. “I miss you. And Con says Fenn just fits in our family.” Micah looked at me. “He’s right.”
“You should maybe tell Fenn that, ’cause I think he thinks you’re one step away from asking him his intentions toward me.”
Micah grinned. “Maybe two steps away.”
I grinned back. “If you wanna see me more, you can always fly down to the Key. We’re having an Extravaganza at the end of the summer. There’ll be a concert. And food.”
“Thought you said Whispering Key didn’t have festivals.”
“I said not as many,” I corrected. “I mean, you’ve gotta havesome. Otherwise what will all the people in town obsess over?”
“Fair point.”
Con took his turn in the Unicorn Strut dressed in a unicorn shirt and head-to-toe glitter, and he walked across the stage in a move that looked like a combination of a dab and that John Travolta disco movie move with the pointing fingers.
I blinked and stared open mouthed. Micah grinned and his chest shook with laughter.
“Do you think it’s genetic?” he demanded.
“That move?” I shook my head, bewildered. “No, I have never seen Julian or Theo Ross attempt that move before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human attempt that before. It’s… both majestic and troubling?”
Micah snorted. “Not that. I meant the way you and I both seemed to find guys who were…”
“Playful? Happy? Open hearted?” I suggested.
“I was gonna say competitive and unafraid of glitter, but yes. I wanna know if this is something we might pass on to our children.”
Little Gwynnie, my youngest niece, spun herself in a circle so fast she fell down and then wailed bitterly. Fenn picked her up, held her over his head, and yelled, “Airborne unicorn!”
Con shouted, “Now roar, Gwynnie! Let’s hear your unicorn roar!”
And Gwynnie gave up her screaming for giggles, which was apparently how a unicorn roared.
“God, I really fucking hope so,” I told Micah fervently.
Micah’s lips twitched in a smile. “Same, Mase. Same.”
And when Fenn came to me later that day and said, “I think we should have babies. Several. Not now, but like… someday. Soon. Anytime you’re ready,” evenmyoverthinking ass couldn’t find a downside to it.
Fenn and I were forever, not just because we were meant to be—although we were—but because both of us wanted it and would work to make it so.
“Not now,” I agreed, “but soon.” And when I kissed him right there in the middle of the yard, in front of all the people I loved best, it felt like more than making a promise. It felt like sealing a vow.
Constantine
“And the winner is… Fenn Reardon!”Leandra screamed, holding up Fenn’s hand at the end of the Unicorn Triathlon—an inspired little event that had been truly impressive both as a creative endeavor and as a fuckingballerpowerplay.
Fenn Reardon had come to New York and stolen my unicorn crown right in my own backyard.
Now I was sweaty. I was itchy. I had glitter in places where glitter shouldn’t be. I was bizarrely tired for a man who’d done nothing more than prance around a backyard with children all day. Not to mention, I was hungry as fuck, and the barbecue smelled really good.
Still, mindful of my nieces and nephews watching, and the importance of setting a good example and all that, I went up to Mason’s boyfriend and offered him a handshake.
“Good competition.” I gave him a chin-lift.
“Same. You were a fierce competitor. God, the way you literally left trails of glitter behind you during the sprint… That was hard to beat.”
