Epilogue Weston
Weston loved his life. In the past eighteen months, he’d hosted three bachelor parties. He’d stood up as a groomsman with Sage and Val at one wedding. He’d been the best man at the second, supporting both of his best friends in the entire world while they exchanged vows and rings and names.
And now, he’d enjoy an amazing honeymoon. The other two may have tied the knot for legal reasons, but they wouldn’t leave Weston behind during a cold Maryland winter while they galivanted off for a week in the Caribbean.
After all, as Sage and Val reminded him often, Weston was an integral part of the marriage.
He might be aromantic, but that didn’t keep him from recognizing true love. His guys shared it in spades, and considering he couldn’t imagine a life without them, Weston figured maybe he’d managed to find true love anyway.
He’d even attended a holiday party at Val’s office the month before. If socializing with the U.S. Space Force didn’t qualify as true love, Weston didn’t know what did.
“Weston!”
He turned away from the gorgeous sunset over the waves and moseyed into the bedroom of the beachside cottage they’d rented for the week. That hadn’t been a pleased cry of his name, the type he loved to coax from Val and Sage while he rocked their worlds, but he’d expected this moment. He leaned against the doorframe and enjoyed the view of Val adorned in nothing but his tiny briefs.
Val had put away the breakfast goodies they’d purchased on the way from the airport while Sage and Weston changed. Now Val was supposed to be dressing for their walk to dinner, but he’d scattered his clothes across the giant bed instead. “You did this.”
He didn’t bother to assume an innocent front. After all, Val hadn’t even posed his words as a question. “I did.”
Selecting each shirt one by one, Val examined them again, but Weston had been thorough. Except for the single dress shirt, each T-shirt in the suitcase Val brought from home displayed some variation of the U.S. Air Force logo. Most also listed some variation of ‘Property of USAF.’
The dress shirt was Air Force blue.
Weston crossed the room and draped his arms around his lover. Val’s shoulders carried a slight tremble as he rested his forehead on Weston’s shoulder. He patted Val’s back and said, “Seemed appropriate.”
The shaking turned into full-blown laughter. “I guess it is.”
Val’s future might involve moving away from Maryland again one day. Transferring National Guard units was a bitch and a half, but Sage and Weston would figure things out if it came to that. After all, Val might be Space Force, but he’d sworn himself to two airmen who never intended to let him go again.