did this.”
“I can. She wanted you nice and close to her.” He grinned.
“Shit. That’s right. She’s just right around the block.”
“Yep, and she loves to pop in unexpectedly way too much.”
Six Months Later
We finally completed the remodel on our townhome, and everything worked out perfectly. Sara and I picked everything together. From the cabinets, countertops, moldings, fixtures, flooring and every piece of furniture to fill our new home.
“This is the last box,” I spoke as I set it down on the floor.
“Everything turned out perfect.” Sara smiled as she stood in our newly renovated kitchen.
“You’re perfect.” I wrapped my arms around her from behind.
“No. You’re perfect,” she spoke.
“I think you’re more perfect.” I kissed the top of her head.
“Okay, you two knock it off. We all know you’re both perfect.” Elijah smirked as he and Aspen walked in with Mila.
“Aspen, I’m so happy you’re here. I can’t wait to show you what we did upstairs,” Sara excitedly spoke as they walked out of the kitchen.
“This looks great, bro. You two did a magnificent job.”
“Thanks.” I patted his back.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You have that look.”
“Nothing’s wrong. Absolutely nothing. You and Nathan were right.”
“About what?”
“About being in love. I thought I was happy being a bachelor, but I really never was.”
“You grew up, little brother.” He smiled. “Welcome to adulthood.”
“Hello, hello.” I heard my mother’s voice and Elijah let out a chuckle.
“Better you than me,” he said.
Two months after Sara came back from California, we got word that Jack had passed away. My mother had his body flown back to New York, and we gave him a proper burial as a family. Sara and I would occasionally visit his grave site where we would put down fresh flowers. He died alone, and a part of me felt bad for him. Nobody should have to die all alone. But it was the choice he made when he left New York. As angry as I was throughout the years, I was happy I got the chance to know him, even if it was for a short time. Nathan was neutral about the situation, and Elijah still harbored some resentment. But overall, our family was stronger than ever.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Over the past two years, there had been some big changes to our family. Elijah and Aspen welcomed their second child, a son, whom they named Carter Charles Wolfe, after our grandfather. Nathan and Allison finally got married and nine months later, their daughter, Aurora Victoria Wolfe, entered the world. A couple months after Sara and I moved into the townhouse, I proposed to her and she graciously accepted. Our family, that was made up of just the four of us, was growing fast, and it made my mother incredibly happy.
Sara finally completed her fellowship and had officially become a trauma surgeon at Lenox Hill Hospital. With that out of the way, it was time to plan our wedding, something I had been looking forward to for the past two years. Six months later, she finally became Mrs. Mason Wolfe, and I was the happiest man alive.
“I love you, Mrs. Wolfe.” I grinned as I brushed my lips against her.
“I love you too, Mr. Wolfe.”
After our ceremony, and before we headed to the reception, we went to Central Park to take some pictures.
“Everyone please gather around the fountain with Mason and Sara standing in the middle,” our photographer spoke.
We did as she asked as she told us to smile while she snapped our family photo. A photo that would hang on the wall in each of our homes to remind us how precious our family is.
My brothers and I stood back for a moment while everyone else headed towards their limos to go to the reception. It was only the three of us, just like it used to be before our women walked into our lives.
“Look at us. All the Wolfe brothers are married. Did you ever think we’d be standing here together as married men?” Elijah asked.
“I had my doubts.” Nathan smirked.
“Never. But I’m happy we are. I couldn’t imagine my life without Sara.”
“I couldn’t imagine my life without Aspen and the kids.”
“I couldn’t imagine my life without Allison and the kids.”
“I can still imagine my life without kids for the moment.” I grinned.
Elijah sighed as he placed his hand on my shoulder. “Just wait, little brother. Your time will come soon and then we’ll all be standing somewhere in this park together as fathers.”
Elijah was right. A year later, Sara gave birth to