Chapter 65
SIXTY-FIVE
Two months later . . .
Noah’s recovery has been surprisingly easy.
He was tired and struggled with his balance and headaches for a few weeks, but we forced him to take it easy.
Conan and I took turns looking after him, and even my grandma and his dad took shifts.
He was never alone, which annoyed him, but it was the only way I could settle enough to work and oversee the garage and his other businesses.
“This looks amazing,” I murmur as I run my eyes over the spread of food.
We’ve been coming to Noah’s parents’ house every week for dinner.
He and his father have started to fix their relationship, and I can tell they are both happier for it.
I spend time with him all the time as well.
He calls me his other son. He’s also adopted Conan, who leans over and serves me another bite, smiling at Noah’s parents.
“Thank you again for having me,” he says sweetly.
Noah’s mother swoons, and I can’t blame her. “Stop flirting,” I grumble.
“Sorry, baby boy.” He winks as he takes my hand under the table.
“We’re glad we could have you all here,” Royce says, and I know he means it.
He might not have understood our unconventional love at first, but he watched us while Noah was healing and seemed to realize how easily we fit together, and he’s never once brought it up again.
In fact, he invites Conan everywhere now, easily accepting him.
“You rich bastards sure have great food,” my grandma remarks. “Remind me to come here more often.”
“You are always welcome, Helena,” Royce replies smoothly, and she winks at me.
“Hear that, boy? I’m going to be a rich man’s mistress.” Noah’s mom laughs. Surprisingly, she hit it off with my grandma, and watching my family interact makes me happier than ever.
I meet Noah’s eyes and see his glistening with happiness. They don’t hold the same reservations and ghosts they once did, and when he leans in and kisses me freely, my heart sighs in bliss.
He never let himself plan for a forever, but now we are.
Conan’s and Noah’s rings sparkle as they each reach for their glasses, matching the one I wear.
“Oh, Mackie, I need your signature before you go please,” Royce says as he takes a bite.
“For what?” I ask curiously as I lean back in my chair, smiling when I realize Noah has one hand on my thigh, as does Conan. They are both possessive. They still have their arguments, but they swiftly make up now, and I couldn’t live without them.
I guess in a way I got my own dream. I have two amazing men who love me and a career that will only keep growing. I have so much to look forward to, and I intend to.
I’m still surprised Amanda hasn’t made any more trouble, but it seems she’s turned her attention to other people now, and I’m grateful for that.
I don’t think she’ll ever fully let go of Noah, but she knows it’s a lost cause.
Plus, her parents are pushing for a new match, which will keep her distracted.
“I gave you some shares in my business,” Royce answers nonchalantly, cutting his steak. “I also added you to my will.”
Noah sighs. “Father.”
“What?” he asks, pointing at us. “Mackie is my boy too. I want to make sure he’s taken care of.”
“He will be, by me,” Noah grumbles.
“And me,” Conan adds.
“Still, this way he will have his own money if he needs it,” Royce replies.
“Feel free to add me to the will,” my grandma chimes in, making me grin.
It’s pointless to argue. Once the men of this family decide something, they never back down, and when it comes to money, business, and family, they don’t play around.
I learned that from Noah. I still struggle with how much he and Conan spoil me, but I’m trying my best to accept it.
It’s so hard being a millionaire’s boyfriend.
“Already done, Helena,” he says. “Now, everyone eat. I want to start making plans after dinner for your new house. I found the perfect contractor—”
I tune out their discussion, letting them handle it as I look down at their hands on my thighs and cover them, my own ring glistening as I touch them.
Two men . . .
They stole my heart, and now they share it. How could I ever want anything else?