All Chapters of Destined to Love the Twin Brothers: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The idea for the milestone began with Eleanor, characteristically direct about it, cornering all three of them at a family dinner nearly two years after Theo's partnership ceremony."Your twentieth anniversary is coming up," she announced, without much preamble. "I've been thinking about it for months. I want to help you do something properly. Bigger than the tenth. This deserves real recognition.""We hadn't really planned anything yet," Wren admitted, exchanging a surprised glance with both her husbands."Then let me help you start planning," Eleanor said, already producing a notebook that suggested she'd been quietly preparing this exact conversation for some time.They spent the following months, gradually, building toward something considerably larger than their tenth anniversary celebration, word spreading through their extended circle of the milestone approaching, and RSVPs arriving from corners of their life they hadn't expected to hear from so enthusiastically.Sophie Lang wr

The anniversary arrived warm and clear, the largest gathering Miller Street had ever hosted, guests spilling from the backyard into the surrounding field Marcus had mowed specially for the occasion, string lights strung not just across the workshop rafters this time but through the trees lining the whole property.Wren stood at the center of it, dressed simply but carefully, watching decades of accumulated love arrive in the shape of every person who had witnessed some piece of their extraordinary journey. Marion Whitfield, older now but sharp as ever. Patricia Osei, still practicing family law, delighted to see the unconventional legal structure she'd helped build hold strong for twenty years. Sophie Lang, warm and unguarded, her husband's hand in hers. Talia Reyes, notebook tucked discreetly away for once, simply present as a guest rather than a reporter.Eleanor and Marcus, older now but still vital, occupied places of honor near the front, and when the formal portion of the celebr

Theo's relationship with Mia, quiet in its beginning the same way most things about him tended to be, had been developing steadily for nearly a year by the time he finally brought her home properly to meet his parents."You've mentioned her before," Wren said, helping set the table for the dinner Theo had specifically requested, more formal than their usual family meals. "But I don't think we've heard much about her, honestly. You're usually private about this kind of thing.""I wanted to be sure first," Theo admitted. "Before I brought her into all of this. Our family's not exactly simple to explain, and I wanted to know she was serious before asking her to navigate that.""That's fair," Rory said, understanding immediately, having spent his own younger years cautious about exactly this kind of vulnerability. "How did she take it, when you finally explained?""Better than I expected. She said it sounded like the most honest kind of love story she'd ever heard."Mia arrived that eveni

Theo approached his parents individually over the course of a single busy week, first Rory, then Declan, then finally Wren, each conversation carrying the same careful, quietly nervous energy that had once defined his own fathers' secretive planning before their engagement, decades earlier."I want to ask Mia to marry me," he told Rory first, finding him alone in the workshop late one evening. "I wanted your blessing, and your help, actually. I have an idea for the ring, but I want it to be something we build together, the same way you and Dad Declan built Mom's."Rory felt something deeply moved settle in his chest, recognizing the specific, meaningful echo of his own history repeating itself, this time carried forward by his son. "I'd be honored. What did you have in mind?"Theo's design, when he finally sketched it out fully, incorporated both wood and metal in the same spirit as his fathers' original ring, though his own version carried a distinctly personal touch, a small, hidden

The tradition had started, informally, years earlier, a standing Sunday dinner at Eleanor and Marcus's house that had gradually become the fixed point around which the whole extended family orbited, and in the months after Theo's wedding, it took on a new, quietly precious significance."She's slowing down," Declan said one Sunday afternoon, driving with Wren and Rory toward the familiar house. "I don't know if you've noticed it, but she takes longer to get out of her chair now. Longer to climb the stairs.""I've noticed," Rory admitted. "I keep telling myself it's just age. Which it is, obviously. But it's still hard, watching it.""She's eighty six," Wren said gently. "She's allowed to slow down. We just have to make sure we're actually here for it, in whatever way she needs."They arrived to find Eleanor in the kitchen anyway, insisting on supervising the roast despite Marcus's repeated, patient suggestion that she sit and let him handle it."I've been making this recipe for sixty