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[Jasmine's POV] Late August, final pre-wedding celebrations. Liam's bachelor party is being organized by Asher and Finn-surprising but appropriate. They're still brothers despite everything. Still connected by five years of trying to build something impossible together. My bachelorette party is at Nora's place. The guest list makes me laugh every time I think about it: Nora, Maya, Elena, and Sienna. My best friend, my future sister-in-law, and both my ex-partners' current girlfriends. This is my life now. This strange, beautiful, complicated mesh of past and present.

"This is the weirdest bachelorette party ever," I tell Nora as we set up wine glasses. "Weird is your brand." She grins. "Embrace it." Elena arrives first, carrying fancy cheese and nervous energy. "Is this okay? Me being here?" "More than okay." I hug her, mean it completely. "You're part of the girls' lives. That makes you family." Sienna shows up twenty minutes later with champagne and that effortless beauty that used to make me jealous. Now it just makes me grateful-Finn deserves someone who looks at him like he hung the moon.

Maya rounds out the group, grounding presence that reminds me Liam comes from good people. People who show up. We drink wine on Nora's balcony, laughing about wedding mishaps and sharing relationship advice. The conversation flows easier than it should-four women with complicated connections, finding common ground in wanting me happy. I watch my past and present collide. Elena's dating Asher, about to be stepmother to my daughters. Sienna's with Finn, also woven into the girls' regular lives. Maya's marrying into this chaos, bringing sanity and stability.

Nora's my constant, the one who's been there through every iteration of my disaster life. They're drinking wine, swapping stories, treating this like a normal bachelorette party. The absurdity isn't lost on me-celebrating my marriage with my exes' current girlfriends. But it works. Because everyone genuinely wants me happy. Nora proposes the first toast, standing dramatically. "To Jasmine, who tried everything once and figured out what worked." Elena raises her glass. "To finding your person, even if it takes trying a few first." Sienna's smile is genuine.

"To choosing happiness, even when it looks different than you expected." Maya's toast makes my throat tight. "To my sister-in-law, who's braver than she knows." We drink, and I feel the weight of their support. These women who could hate me-Elena and Sienna especially-have chosen grace instead. Later, Elena pulls me aside while the others debate dessert. "I know this is weird-me being here. But I wanted to say... thank you. For accepting me in the girls' lives. For not making this harder than it has to be." "You love Asher. You're good to my daughters.

That's all that matters." I mean every word. "Do you ever regret it? The polyamory thing?" She's genuinely curious, not judging. I consider honestly. "I regret that it hurt people. But I don't regret trying. It taught me what I actually need." "Which is?" "One person. Completely." I sip my wine. "Turns out I'm boring and traditional." Elena laughs. "There's nothing boring about you. But I'm glad you figured out what works." "Lucky Liam," I say. "Lucky you," she corrects. "He worships you." Meanwhile, across town, Liam's bachelor party is happening.

I won't know details until later, but I can imagine: awkward start, these men who shared a woman now celebrating one of them marrying her. Alcohol helping smooth the rough edges. Later, Liam will tell me about it. How Asher raised his glass first: "To my brother, marrying the woman we all loved." How Finn added, voice tight but genuine: "To Liam, who always knew what he wanted." How Leo cut through the tension: "To the man taking care of my sister. Don't fuck it up." They drank to that, bonding over shared history and complicated present.

Finn got drunk-Liam described it with affection and concern. "You're good for her, man. Better than I was." Liam's response was diplomatic: "You were what she needed then." "And you're what she needs now." Finn clinked his beer against Liam's. "Yeah. I am." Asher cornered Liam later, more sober and serious. "Take care of those girls. All three of them." "Always," Liam promised. "I'm not going anywhere." Back at my party, we're three bottles deep and laughing about wedding night expectations.

Sienna's telling stories about Finn's romantic failures, Elena's sharing Asher's proposal mishap, and Nora's reminding me about every terrible boyfriend I've ever had. "Remember Jake?" Nora gasps between laughs. "The guy who collected action figures?" "He was twenty-eight!" I'm dying. "With a mint-condition Optimus Prime collection!" Maya's face is confused. "Why did you date him?" "Questionable judgment," I admit. "Story of my twenties." "And thirties," Nora adds helpfully. "Let's not forget the polyamory phase." The room goes quiet. Elena and Sienna exchange glances.

Then Sienna laughs-sharp, real. "The polyamory phase that led to all of us sitting here together. Weirdest origin story ever." The tension breaks. We're all laughing, acknowledging the absurdity while embracing it. "To questionable judgment leading to good outcomes!" Maya raises her glass. We drink to that too. As the night winds down, I'm overwhelmed by gratitude for these women. My tribe, assembled from chaos and complications. Each one here because they chose to be, not because they had to be. "Thank you," I tell them seriously, wine making me emotional. "For being here.

For accepting this weird situation. For wanting me happy even when it's complicated." "We love you," Nora says simply. "That's what matters." "Even us," Elena adds with a grin. "The interlopers." "You're not interlopers." I'm crying now-happy tears. "You're family." Sienna nods. "Strange family, but family." "The strangest," Maya agrees. "But that makes it better." When I get home at midnight, slightly drunk and overwhelmingly happy, Liam's already there. His bachelor party ended an hour ago. "How was it?" I ask, collapsing onto the couch beside him. "Good. Weird.

Necessary." He pulls me close. "Your brothers are good men." "They're not my brothers." But I know what he means. "They were your brothers for five years. That counts." He kisses my temple. "They love you. Want you happy. That's enough." "Finn told you that you're better for me than he was." It's not a question-I know how that conversation went. "He's not wrong." Liam's voice is steady, certain. "I am better for you. Not because he's less than, but because I'm what you actually need." The confidence should be arrogant. Instead, it's just true. "One more week," I say.

"One more week until you're my wife." His arms tighten. "Can't come fast enough." "Getting impatient?" "Desperately." He kisses me properly-deep, claiming. "I've waited five years. One more week feels like torture." I laugh against his mouth. "Dramatic." "Accurate." He pulls back to look at me. "Did you have fun tonight?" "So much fun. Your future sisters-in-law are amazing." I grin. "Both of them." "Elena and Sienna?" He's surprised. "They came?" "They came. They celebrated. They gave toasts about finding happiness and choosing right." I lean into him.

"It was perfect." "One week," he repeats. "Then you're mine. Legally, permanently, completely mine." "I'm already yours." The words come easy. "Have been for a while." "Yeah," he agrees. "You have." We sit in comfortable silence, processing the night. Our separate celebrations that somehow mirrored each other-past and present colliding, finding peace instead of conflict. "They're going to be at the wedding," I say. "All of them. Asher, Elena, Finn, Sienna. Watching us promise forever." "Is that okay?" He's checking, making sure. "It's more than okay." I'm certain. "They're part of our story.

They belong there." "Even Finn? After last weekend?" "Especially Finn." I think about his pain, his grief, his goodbye. "He needs to see me happy. Needs to witness that this is right." "For closure." "For closure," I agree. One more week until the wedding. One more week until I become Liam's wife officially. One more week until the polyamorous dream dies permanently and the simple life begins. I can't wait. Virgin Dot Com