"There was no question, Laurel, from the first time we saw you, that you belonged to us," Mason told me, his voice soft.
"You may have doubted, but we never did," Brody added. "Not once."
I tilted my chin up to look at Brody. "How?"
I felt him shrug his shoulders. "It was love at first sight."
I was so replete before, but now, my heart filled. I couldn't feel anything more for these two than I did in this moment. I turned so I lay on my back and could look up at both of them.
Mason was nodding his head in agreement. "It was Fate, our wayward bride."
I thought about that. I'd gone out into a blizzard aiming for town, but somehow became so lost I went in the wrong direction and ended up in front of Mason and Brody's house. Not Andrew and Robert's. Not any of the other men's. It had been Fate.
They'd found me, not only lost in the snow, but inside. They found the real me and loved me. Wanted me. Cherished me.
I smiled up at them, knowing this all to be true. "Yes, yes, you're right. I am your wayward bride."