Do something for me? Contact my financial manager. His number is at the bottom. I changed my life insurance to Colt and Maisie. Use it to send them to college, or give them the start they need to find their passion. I can’t think of a better use for it.
Want to hear something crazy? I’m in love with you. That’s right. Somewhere between letter number one and twenty or so, I realized I was in love with you. Me, the guy who can’t connect to other humans, fell for the woman he’s never been in the same room with.
So if I’m gone, I want you to remember that. Ella, you are so incredible that you made me fall in love with you with only your words.
Don’t keep your words to yourself. No matter what, find someone who wants to hear them as badly as I do. Then love.
And do me a favor—love enough for the both of us.
All my love,
Beckett Gentry
Call Sign Chaos
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Three months later.
“Where do you want this?” Beckett asked, holding a box marked “kitchen.”
“Probably the kitchen,” I teased.
“Ha, ha,” he fake-laughed as he carried it past me into the kitchen, setting it with the others.
“How many more do you have out there?” I asked from the great room.
“Just a few of the stragglers in the truck. Why?” He gripped my hips and pulled me to him. “Have plans for me?”
“Maybe,” I said with a slow smile. Somewhere in the last month, I’d stopped faking the small smiles. The bigger ones were still purely for Maisie’s benefit, but the tiny ones? Those were real. Those were mine.
“I like the sound of that.” He lowered his head until our lips met in a kiss. “Would these plans maybe include the shower? Because I had this little bench built into it—”
An icy blast of air hit us as the front door flew open. We turned to see Maisie and Emma fly in, snow covering their hats as they stomped their way to the mudroom giggling.
“That zip line is the best!” Emma said as her boots hit the floor.
“Right? Wait until it’s summer and we can do the other one that goes into the lake!” Maisie added.
The one Beckett had built a few weeks after Colt died. He did a million things like that—keeping Colt with him in his own way. Maisie was right, both of Beckett’s best friends were on that island, and just as Ryan had a part of Beckett that I might never know, so did Colt.
Beckett kissed me again quickly and headed to the garage for another box.
“How about some hot chocolate, girls?” I offered.
“Yes, please!” they both answered at the same time.
I pulled the cocoa down and started, pausing to admire the view of the snow falling on the frozen lake. My heart gave that familiar warning, and I looked away from the island, concentrating on getting mugs for the girls.
I missed Colt every day. Every minute.
But the months had given me just enough time that every second didn’t belong to my grief. And I knew that time span would only grow. It would never leave entirely, but at least I wasn’t capsizing on that ocean of grief with every heartbeat anymore. The waves still came in. Sometimes they were predictable, like the tide. Other times they hit me with the force of a tsunami, sending me tumbling so deep that I felt like I was at day one again, instead of day 105.
The girls ran in, hopping on the barstools I’d bought to slide under the granite expanse. They laughed and talked about the upcoming Christmas play. I poured the cocoa and plopped a few marshmallows in before sliding them across the counter.
“Thanks, Mrs. MacKenzie,” Emma said before taking a sip.
I didn’t correct her about the Mrs., just smiled. “No problem.”
“Thanks, Mom!” Maisie said, sipping at hers.
Beckett walked in with another box and put it with the stack next to the kitchen table. Then he leaned back against the counter with me. “What is this language?” he asked, staring at the girls.
“Girl speak,” I informed him. “They’re discussing the guest list for Emma’s birthday party next month.”
Maisie’s birthday had just passed. She was eight now, older than Colt would ever be. She would grow and mature and thrive, but Colt would stay forever frozen at seven years old. The day had been hard, but Maisie had invited her new best friend.
Turned out that when Emma and Maisie both lost Colt, they found each other. Even gone, he was still giving gifts to his sister.
“Cocoa, huh?” Beckett asked, stealing a sip of Maisie’s.
“Dad!” she chided with a giggle.
God, I loved the sound of that just as much as she loved saying it. We’d told her after the funeral, knowing she deserved to know every day of her life that Beckett loved her so much he’d become her dad. He’d saved her life, but that was something we kept between the two of us.
Beckett kissed my cheek and started opening the boxes, laughing when he found one of Colt’s toys stashed in one of the pans. I loved that about him, the way he could talk about Colt and smile through the pain. He kept him alive in more ways than one. Through the zip lines, the pictures he hung around the house, the framed red leaf. He was never afraid to say his name, and more than once I’d come home to find him and Maisie snuggled up on the couch watching video clips of Colt.
I had yet to make it through one without crumbling. Maybe one day I’d be able to smile at the sound of Colt’s voice. For now, it was simply a reminder of what I’d lost and how empty everything felt without him.
Beckett kept us moving forward at a pace that was uncomfortable but manageable. He never let me wallow too long, but never let me ignore the pain, either. He pushed my boundaries and then backed off, and if not for him, I might have chosen to simply stop moving at all.
Maisie kept my heart beating.
Beckett kept me living.
I made sure they both knew I loved them every day.
It had taken almost all of the three months, but I finally read Beckett’s last letter, and that was what got me here, into this house he built for the four of us—that would now house three.
Love enough for the both of us. That’s what he’d said in the letter. And it spoke to my heart in a way nothing else could. Because that’s what Colt would have wanted. He would have wanted to move into this house and live our life with the guy we all loved.
The man who craved my words and owned my heart.
He’d signed that letter with his real name. The last words Chaos had spoken to me merged the two men I loved until I saw them both in the Beckett who was currently looking at my garlic press like it was a torture device.
“This drawer,” I told him, opening the one at my hip.
“Eyelash curler?” he asked, dropping it in the drawer.
“It’s for smoothies. Works great on strawberries.” I shrugged.
“Liar!” He laughed, then went back to unpacking.
I glanced out the window at the island and took a steadying breath as that ache ripped into me. Then I grabbed the next box and started unpacking, item by item, merging my life with Beckett’s. I moved forward because that’s where Beckett and Maisie were, and that’s what Colt would have wanted. After all, he was here, too, in every line of this house Beckett had built for him—for us.
I still heard echoes of his footsteps on the stairs, his laugh in the halls. There were even moments I swore I caught the scent of his sunshine-soaked hair, like he’d sneaked in for a hug and run off again before I could capture him fully. The bedroom Beckett kept for him was untouched except for the boxes we’d brought from my house. I wasn’t ready to go there yet, and that was okay.
There were too many memories I wasn’t ready to pack away. I’d taken one look at the helmet Colt had worn that first Halloween in the hospital and known I wouldn’t be able to make it through a single box.
But Maisie had grabbed the helmet and smiled, remembering when she’d traded with Colt to wear it that night.
He’d worn her halo.
Like they’d known they’d eventually switch roles.
Like it had been planned all along, and I’d simply missed the signs.
“Do you think the lake is frozen enough to walk on?” I asked Beckett.