Page 140 of Wrecking Us
Because no matter what we do, it will be perfect.
Because I love him and he loves me, and that’s all I really need.
Epilogue
Hudson
Six Months Later…
Trey’s arms come around my waist and I meet his eyes in the mirror as I tie my tie for the third time.
“It’s going to be fine,” he says.
“Hard not to have PTSD after the other year.”
He rolls his eyes, smiling. “It wasn’t that bad. In fact, I think it helped us.”
I pull the tie, straightening it. It finally looks right.
I turn in Trey’s arms, kissing him gently.
“You’re right,” I say. “Which is something I never thought I’d say.”
He gives me a playful shove. “I’m right all the time.”
“Not about that. About… the autism thing. I’m glad you know. It’s taken me a long time to get used to it, but I think it gave you another way to understand me, and that’s important.”
Trey cups my cheeks, his lips pressing against mine.
“I thinkyou’reright.”
“Now that sounds better.” I smirk, giving him one more kiss before going to the bedroom and getting my shoes.
It’s Thanksgiving and we’re off to my mother’s house again. Every year is a disaster. Every time I deal with them it’s been a disaster. But Trey suggested I should stop looking at it that way, and I’m trying. It’s easier now that our relationship is going better, and I do believe him knowing about my diagnosis helps. It’s not because he judges me, but because he’s now able to understand me a little better.
It’s not a negative thing. It doesn’t have to be a negative thing. And we’ve even talked about telling the other guys, which I’m not ready for yet, but the thought doesn’t make it hard to breathe like it used to.
“Whose car are we taking?” Trey calls from the kitchen.
“Doesn’t matter to me.” I look at myself in the mirror one last time before heading out of my bedroom.
Trey already has his coat on, so I take mine from the coatrack and put it on. He grabs his keys from the hook by the door.
“I’ll drive then. This way if you need to drink to deal with your family, you can.”
“And you don’t think you’ll have to deal with them too?” I ask.
“I have Mandy.” He shrugs. “And we’re used to doing this.”
We get into the car, Trey puts the address into his GPS, and we’re off to my parents’ house.
I got out of visiting for Halloween because we spent that time in Miami. Halloween in the sunshine is much different than it is here. I expect all the holidays would feel different there. They don’t get snow on Christmas, which to me, doesn’t really feellike Christmas. Not that going there is an option, but maybe it will be one day. Right now… I’d like to keep up this tradition with my family. I’d like to work on understanding them better and helping them to understand me better instead of making it a fight all the time.
Trey has helped me understand a lot of things about myself which has helped me grow as a person. I appreciate him so much for it.
“So, have you thought about what we talked about?” Trey asks.
“Don’t do this to me now,” I say.
