Page 125 of Puck Your Friend

For a moment, no one speaks.

Jace claps and wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. “I looked so beautiful.”

Ford snorts. “That was fantastic, love. You made us look great.”

Wes nods next to me. “I loved it.”

Logan leans over and kisses my head. “You deserve an Emmy.”

I snort. My phone buzzes against the table, and I lean forward. A text from Richard lights up my screen.

Richard:

We’d like to talk about green lighting your last pitch on Omega athletes tomorrow. Be in at 8.

I laugh. Everything is falling into place.

Ford shifts and glances around Logan. “Everything good?”

I nod and press my face to Logan’s shoulder. “Yeah. Everything is perfect.”

The others smile.

I stand from the couch and grab an envelope off the coffee table. “I got our picture printed today.” I pull out the photo. “Seemed fitting to put up the last photo after the documentary.”

They step up beside me. Ford wraps his arms around my waist.

I lift the last empty frame from its place at the center. Then I slide in the photo we took the morning after we bonded at the lake: me and the four of them by the water. Ford stands like he is now, with his arms wrapped around me from behind. Logan and Jace flank my sides, and Wes kneels on one knee in front of me, his head leaning back to rest on my stomach. The old oak tree that saw everything stands behind us, our carved symbol visible between our legs.

We stare at it for a moment.

Ford hums. “It really suits the wall. We were talking while on our trip actually about the camp site.”

I arch a brow as I lean back. “Yeah? Good or bad?”

Jace links his fingers with my left hand. “The camp grounds lease is almost up, and they’ll be open to buy.”

Wes takes my other hand. “We were thinking of trying to get it and reopening the sports camp, but changing it to be cheaper and more accessible to teens and staff of all designations.”

I pull out of their grasps so I can look at all of them. “Really?”

Logan nods. “We’re retired now and have funds coming out the ass. We could do it. But we wanted to talk to you first before we fully looked into the process of getting the campgrounds.”

A lump catches in my throat. “I think it’s an amazing idea!”

They all grin and pull me into one of their group hugs.

My smile grows. I’m not hiding or alone anymore. It feels like we’re building toward something that matters and could change things in our world. Perhaps even make other Omegas realize that they can do anything. Together, we could be the change I wish I’d seen when I was young.

The End.