Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen
Malachi's POV
The call came at seven in the morning.
I was making coffee while Alicia fed Lia, both of them still in pajamas, the early morning light soft through the kitchen windows. My phone buzzed and I saw Travis's name on the screen.
"It's Travis," I told Alicia.
"This early? That's unusual."
I answered. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Actually, everything's right." He sounded happy, genuinely happy in a way I hadn't heard from him in years. "Emily and I set a date. For the wedding. Two months from now. December fifteenth."
"That's soon."
"We've been together almost a year. We're both sober. We're both in a good place. Why wait?" He paused. "I'm calling to ask if you'll be my best man."
The request caught me off guard. I looked at Alicia, who was watching me with curiosity while Lia continued eating, oblivious to the conversation happening around her.
"You want me to be your best man," I repeated.
