Page 485 of Chaos has a Name
Ten Minutes Earlier
Inside
The Building
When they reached the space that was now determined to be his mother’s library, Ethan was holding Gene and Elizabeth’s hands.
He was in the middle, protectively between the two strongest, most loving people he knew. Callen was behind them, and he already saw the space, so he was giving Ethan time to tell his other mates.
“What do you think?” he asked, as they stood in front of the cavernous room. “Is it big enough?”
Gene kissed their joined knuckles.
With Ethan, he knew that his mate seldomly shared unless it really mattered to him. This had to be huge since he was showing them.
There was more to this than just it being a library, and he knew it.
Ethan was putting down roots here.
There was no doubt in his mind why he’d never before. He’d once told him that if he came back, he wouldn’t be able to leave.
His lover, his husband, and his soulmate was declaring something huge.
Oh, boy.
This was going to be interesting.
If he was putting down roots…that meant one thing. Someone was coming home to roost.
That was problematic since Elizabeth, the matriarch of the Blackhawks, had no intention of staying here.
Ethan clearly did.
Now, Gene had that queasy feeling in the pit of his belly that this was going to be problematic.
“I think that if we blow out the back of that wall,” she said, pointing, “and put glass in, we can have flowers back there. I think Catherine would love flowers.”
She glanced over.
“If you don’t mind my input. I don’t want to take over. This is your space to design.”
Oh, he didn’t mind.
Pulling out his phone, he showed her a picture he found online. In it, there was a wall of windows where there were colorful birdfeeders and flowers.
He grinned.
“I thought we could make a butterfly garden. My mom loved butterflies,” he said, tears in his eyes.
Both of his partners moved closer to him, standing hip-to-hip with him to give him all of their love and support.
Ethan pushed through.
“Then, there could be story time right in front of the windows. She used to read to me all of the time.”
Callen shared a memory too.
“She helped me learn to love words and books,” he said, enjoying the love Elizabeth and Gene were giving his brother.
