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“You’re my home.”
She seals her plump lips on mine and everything around us stops. The gagging noises Frank and my sister are making, Dima’s smug chuckle because he probably saw this all happening, Vito’s bolt cutter crunching through bone, all that is drowned out by the peace that Brenna brings to my heart and my soul.
“I love you.”
Epilogue
Brenna
“Do you have to do that?” Gabe growls from down the hall and I know what he’s growling about.
“I don’t know. Do I?” my sister sasses. I bet she’s eaten all the popcorn again.
It seems that after a lifetime of being the passenger princess in my life, Frank has become quite sassy since she’s become a person. I still have no idea how that all works. Mama Celene explained that because she was pulled from me and then ended Percy she somehow sorta kinda ended up solidifying or something. I’m not sure. It sounded complicated and confusing and if I’m honest, I didn’t much care. I have my sister here with me and that’s all I need.
“When are you working today? And do you think it can be in the next five minutes?” Gabe asks, almost on a whine.
It’s been a month and we’re still having a few teething problems when it comes to living together. Gabe did offer to spend more nights at his apartment but for the moment I just need all my people with me. Which means that Gabe and Frank fight like Kristie and Gabe fight. It’s hilarious and fun and I love every minute of it. Even if they don’t.
“Yeah, I do have somewhere to be in the next five minutes.”
“Yeah?” Gabe's voice sounds so hopeful.
“Yeah, I have a meeting downstairs. And so you do you.” Frank cackles, the noise getting closer and closer as she reaches my bedroom.
“I fucking love teasing that guy. He almost looked like he was gonna cry.” She laughs.
“You’re most definitely the evil twin.”
“Yup,” she says, popping the “p” and buffing her nails on her top.
Tilting my head I smile at her outfit. She’s definitely more of a Starla in terms of dress sense than me.
“So.”
“So,” I reply, bunching my curls up on top of my head.
“I was thinking, if it’s OK with you, I would like to move in next door.” She bites her lip and my heart sinks. Just for a moment.
All my life Frank has been there, watching out for me. Protecting me. Saving me. Now she’s here and I want to keep her to myself but that isn’t fair. She spent 28 years living my life, now it’s my turn to help her live hers.
Swallowing, I reach over, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. “You really want to?”
She avoids my gaze, staring at my comforter. “Yeah, I mean, I love it here, but there's only so many times I can hear you guys orgasming before it gets kinda gross.” Her lips twitch before she snorts, her laughter roaring out the moment she looks up and sees how beet red my face is.
“One day,” I sniff, “you’ll find a nice man you will want to orgasm with and you’ll find out what’s so great about it.”
“Maybe. Maybe I’ll find a nice woman. Or two nice men.” She wags her brows. “So?”
“Yes, Frank. You’re not trapped here with me. You now have a life you can live. And I want you to have the very best, most extraordinary life imaginable.”
We stand holding hands in companionable silence for a moment, both of us staring at the wall.
“You know…”
“If we put a hole…” We both say at the same time, snapping our heads around to look at each other, eyes wide.
“Door?”
