Stella: Jay came running with a gun! A gun! Ruby asked to play with it.
Stella: Brb, I have to yell at my husband. I’m so happy I’m crying!!!!
I smirked at her rapid-fire texts.
Zoe: Finally! I was worried I was going to have to pull something sappy, and I don’t do sappy. But I will finally sleep better knowing you got your shit together.
I grinned wider.
Yasmin: Holy shit! I woke up, and you were gone. I seriously thought I’d be flying to an embassy in Eastern Europe to get you out.
Yasmin: I’m happy for you. You deserve this.
My eyes misted as I replied with a bunch of hearts while walking in the direction of the closet. When I finally looked up, I stopped dead in my tracks.
I stared, dumbfounded at it.
The last time I was in here, I’d been grabbing clothes for an escape. The last time I was in here, it looked exactly the same as it did the day we lost her.
Now it was completely different.
Now it was fucking huge.
I wasn’t quite sure how I hadn’t noticed it from the outside, because Karson definitely had to add an addition to his house for this.
For my closet.
The one he’d promised me.
It was the closet dreams were made of.
My clothes from before were tucked into one section closest to me.
One section.
Karson’s arms circled around me as I continued to stare. “You built me this closet,” I whispered.
“If you build it, they will come,” Karson murmured in my ear.
I leaned back into him, mostly because I didn’t trust my legs to hold me anymore. I stared at the closet he had built because he had faith I’d come back, despite everything that had happened. Everything that I’d done.
“I can’t have any more children,” I told him, staring at the closet. “I can’t give you a family.” I choked the last part out in fear.
Karson’s arms tightened around me before he turned me to face him. His eyes were burning with blue flames. “Wren, sweetheart, you gave me all the family I need the day you faced off with me on the street.”
A tear trailed down my cheek. “Are you sure I’m going to be … enough for you?” I asked quietly, verbalizing my deepest fear.
At this he laughed.
Fucking laughed.
When I was being vulnerable and open.
He laughed.
My eyes narrowed, and I readied my claws to come out.
Karson’s expression cleared. “Wow, baby, stand down,” he murmured, kissing my head. “Are you enough?” he repeated, leaning back. “Fuck, Wren, yes. You are enough.” He kissed me gently. “You are enough,” he repeated. “Now, are you going to keep going, or are we going to christen the closet?”