Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Three
Malachi's POV
Travis's wedding was in two weeks.
We'd booked flights. Arranged for Lia's first extended trip. Coordinated with both families about logistics and schedules and making sure everyone would be there.
"I'm nervous," Alicia admitted one evening while packing Lia's things. "About seeing everyone. About being in Dark City again. About people judging us."
"Let them judge. We know our truth."
"Easy for you to say. You belong there. I'm still the outsider who broke up a marriage."
"You didn't break up anything. Travis did that himself long before you and I happened. And you're not an outsider. You're a Blackwood and a Moretti. You belong anywhere you choose to be."
She folded another tiny outfit, added it to the growing pile. "Lia's going to need so many things. Diapers and wipes and bottles and—"
"We'll bring everything. And whatever we forget, we'll buy there."
