May walks into the kitchen, barefoot and still wearing the same PJ set she’s got on now—oversized tee, sleepy eyes, bed hair and all. She freezes.
Ryan is already there. His eyes find her like he’s been waiting for years.
“Mate,” they say at the same time, stepping toward each other like they’ve done it in a hundred dreams already.
I’m standing beside the island, clapping. Caden’s next to me, eyebrows raised.
They kiss, and the kitchen spins with that soft golden glow that only true bonds bring.
⸻
I snap back with a jolt. My breathing slows. They’re both staring at me like I just held their fate in my hands.
I smile.
“Nope. You’re definitely mates. No guesswork. No maybes. It’s real.”
May exhales, her shoulders finally relaxing.
I look straight at her. “Tell Avi to stuff her opin
