Epilogue
JINX
I smooth my black wedding dress down over my now slim, blessedly baby-free body and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“Three kids in three years,” I mutter to myself, adjusting the lace sleeves and checking the mirror for what feels like the hundredth time. “Y’all are lucky I’m even wearing heels.”
The reflection that stares back at me is mine, but unfamiliar in the best way, stronger, calmer, glowing in a way that has nothing to do with makeup and everything to do with finally, finally feeling like myself again.
The punk-rock therapist turned accidental suburban mom. The woman who swore she’d never do the whole “white picket fence” thing… now marrying three hockey players at once in a converted art gallery under a chandelier made of antlers and fairy lights.
Gothic, dramatic, slightly chaotic… just like us.
“Knock knock.” Ally peeks around the door, already in her bridesmaid dress, a smudge of lip gloss on her cheek, and one of Kenzie’s kids’ glittery stickers stuck to her arm. “You look like a hot Victorian ghost bride. In the best possible way.”
“Perfect.” I smirk, turning slightly. “Exactly what I was going for.”
She steps in and helps fluff the train, then hands me a bouquet wrapped in velvet ribbon and tiny snake charms. Of course.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” she says, misty-eyed. “And in a dress that isn’t covered in snot or spit-up.”
I shoot her a look. “We still have two hours to go. Don’t jinx it.”
Kenzie joins us a second later, slipping into the room with a mimosa in each hand. “Rowan is pacing so hard in the hall that Bruno threatened to sedate him. And Thomas tried to rewrite his vows five minutes ago but got distracted trying to find a rhyme for ‘deliriously horny.’”
I groan. “Of course he did.”
“Don’t worry.” Kenzie grins. “I stole the paper and told him to speak from the heart. No madness today… or minimum madness, anyway.”
I shake my head, laughing, the nerves starting to bubble up now, in that electric way that makes my fingers twitch and my chest ache a little with anticipation. Not fear. Not regret.
Just big feelings.
Because this? This isn’t just a wedding.
It’s a promise to a life I never planned for, but one I chose anyway.
One we all chose.
The music starts, some weird punk remix of a classical piece, because of course it is, and Ally and Kenzie dart off, leaving me alone for one last breath before everything changes.
I step into the hall.
The moment hits me like a wave: people I love on either side of the aisle, grinning and tearing up, the scent of candles and lavender in the air, the faint rustle of fabric and whispers of “She looks so happy,” and “ Is that a black dress?”.
Our kids are up front, throwing confetti like it’s a full-time job. One of them already has glitter in their hair, and another’s making a run for the cake table.
And there they are… my three.
Rowan, standing proud in dark green, looking like the woods and safety and the kind of forever that doesn’t scare me anymore. Bruno, strong and steady in deep wine red, his eyes already glassy. And Thomas in stormy blue, bouncing slightly on his heels like he might explode from joy.
They each hold a piece of my heart, and together, they make it whole.
We have our very us wedding. Nontraditional, unconventional, borderline chaotic. A justice of the peace officiates the legal part, and I marry Rowan on paper, mostly because he’s the most likely to remember to handle the paperwork.
But he isn’t the only one who gets vows. This is for all of us.
I turn to Bruno first. His eyes are locked on mine, so open, so vulnerable, and I take a breath.
“Bruno,” I say, my voice soft but steady, “you are my calm. My steady hands when mine won’t stop shaking. You show up when it’s hard. You hold space when I don’t even know I need it. You’ve seen every messy, jagged, complicated part of me and never once looked away. With you, I’ve learned that quiet love can still burn just as bright. I promise to meet you in the quiet and hold you in the storm. I promise to keep learning how to love you better every day. And to always make room for your worries… even if I have to sneak them out of you like secrets.”
His fingers brush mine like he’s afraid I’ll disappear, and I lean in so he knows I won’t.
Then I turn to Thomas, who’s already wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
“Thomas,” I say, smiling through the thickness in my throat, “you are my spark. My chaos. My laughter when I need it most and my comfort when I least expect it. You light up rooms, you pull me into joy like it’s gravity, and you love with every piece of your whole, wild heart. You’ve made me brave in ways I didn’t know I needed. I promise to dance with you in every kitchen, to laugh when life is ridiculous, to adventure even when I’m tired, and to always, always , catch you when you leap before you look.”
He sniffles and grins, whispering, “I’d leap for you any day.”
Then I turn to Rowan. We’ve already signed the papers, done the official bit. But that’s not what matters now. Not really.
“Rowan,” I say, reaching for his hand, “you are my roots and my wings. You were the first to see me, all of me, and love me anyway. You’ve been my fiercest advocate, my softest landing, and the one who always believed in us, even when I didn’t. You’re the reason I said yes to a life that terrified me. I promise to choose you in every way I can, every day I can, even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy. You are my home.”
And then I look at all three of them. My partners. My loves. My future.
“Together, you are my balance, my team, my chaos and my comfort. I promise to keep growing with you, to keep fighting for this, to hold space for each of you and all of us. I promise to love you with every version of myself that exists, past, present, and whatever comes next.”
There’s not a dry eye in the room, not even from the officiant.
Bruno’s hands tremble when he lifts mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles like he’s grounding himself.
He clears his throat, voice low and rough around the edges. “Jinx… I didn’t know love could feel like peace until you. I didn’t know it could be quiet and still shake me to the core.” He pauses, breath catching. “I promise to always be your safe place. To hold you when the world is too loud. To remind you how strong you are when you forget. And to love you with everything I have, even when I’m scared. Especially then.”
He slides the ring onto my finger, slow and reverent, and the way he looks at me, it’s like I’m made of galaxies.
Thomas is next—crying, of course, but still grinning like he’s won the best damn prize in the universe.
“Okay, um, so…” he starts, then laughs, hiccuping on emotion. “I wrote, like, three versions of this and lost two of them and the other had a really inappropriate joke in it, so I’m gonna wing it.”
I laugh through my tears. It’s so him.
“Jinx, you’re everything I didn’t know I needed. You match my energy, you challenge me, you let me be all the weird pieces of me without ever asking me to shrink. You’re the fire I want to dance in forever. So I promise to keep you laughing, to never stop trying to impress you, and to love you like it’s my job, which it kind of is now, huh?” He smirks through the tears. “I love you. And I’m all in. Always.”
Rowan steps up last, eyes locked on mine like no one else exists.
His voice is steady, deep, but there’s this emotion riding underneath that hits me square in the chest.
“Jinx,” he says, voice hoarse, “you’re the only plan I’ve ever made that felt right. You’ve always been the one who could undo me with a look, steady me with a touch, and build me back up with your chaos. You made me believe in more. In a future I never let myself want.”
He reaches up, thumb brushing a tear off my cheek.
“I promise to fight for you, to choose us again and again. I promise to protect what we’ve built, to show up even when it’s hard, and to never stop loving you with everything I am. You’re my person, Jinx. You always have been.”
And when he kisses me, it’s not wild or desperate. It’s home .
Afterward, Bruno’s grandmother wipes her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief and hugs me tight, murmuring, “You’ve made him so happy.”
I tell her she raised a man worth loving, and she kisses both my cheeks and calls me her granddaughter.
My mother floats over next, holding my oldest on her hip, both of them smeared in frosting somehow. She cups my face, brushing her thumb gently across my cheekbone like she did when I was a kid.
“You made such a beautiful bride, Jinxie.”
I press my forehead to hers for a moment, full of warmth and disbelief and love. “Thanks, Mom.”
Then my brother barrels up with a woman on his arm, shockingly gorgeous, confident, and clearly used to his chaos.
“Hey.” He grins, then stage whispers, “Congrats, weirdo. You pulled it off.”
“She did,” his date says, smiling at me. “You look amazing.
He slings an arm around her and says, with zero shame, “So… can we have a harem too? Or is that like a seniority thing?”
She raises an eyebrow and steers him toward the open bar with a muttered, “You need wine. Immediately.”
I cackle. Of course.
The rest of the night is a beautiful blur. Speeches that make me cry. A kid meltdown during our first dance. Thomas dropping a cupcake and then pretending it was a dance move.
Bruno slow dancing with the baby strapped to his chest. Rowan sneaking me outside when it gets too loud and dancing with me under the stars while I rest my head on his chest.
We end the night curled up together in a suite upstairs, the kids asleep in a pile across two beds and a couch. I’m sandwiched between Bruno and Thomas, with Rowan tracing lazy circles on my leg.
“I’d marry you all over again,” I whisper.
“You’re going to have to,” Thomas says, already half asleep. “Anniversary vow renewal. With roller skates next time.”
Bruno snorts.
Rowan murmurs, “You’re stuck with us, Jinx.”
“Good,” I say, kissing the nearest warm skin I can reach. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”
Bruno reaches for my hand, his touch gentle. “Was it everything you hoped for?”
I nod, heart too full for words at first. “Yeah,” I manage, tears rising again. “You guys gave me exactly what I wanted.”
Rowan leans in, brushing his lips over my temple. “That’s all we’ve ever wanted to do.”
Thomas throws an arm around my shoulders with a proud little bounce. “Mission: marry the hot goth mom of our dreams? Accomplished.”
This life… this wild, sprawling, wonderful life I never planned for… is mine.
And I am so damn lucky.
The end.
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