We Belong Together Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 Lisa’s POV Amanda came in as soon as possible. I know you all are surprised, yeah Amanda was once my colleague at New Elementary School, she got divorced after everything her husband did to her and little Mirabel is already 7, she also attends the same school with my twins and Vera son. One happy family succeeding with our hard work. I made her in charge of the Philanthropic Arm of supporting women, she is really doing a great job at the Graham foundation.

I sob, Relieved, grateful, Roman's lips brush my ear, "Family, whole, together, at last." "You did this," I whisper, thanking Roman, my heart full, Roman smiles, "We did this," he corrects, our love standing tall. Together we watch our daughters, laughter filling the air, Our family, whole, complete, without a single care. Love shines bright, acceptance, belonging, too, Our family's bond, forever strong, forever true. ########## DARRICK POV

Hope. I hug Tony so happy he's out of prison I know he does not sell Cocaine " I am okay baby stop " he says as I hug him again smiling at him " I was worried " I am fine I promise okay I am going to prove I did not do this you believe me " of course I believe you " I tell him we were suppose to move in together as I was going to go to college he will stay with me to help with the bills.

It was the simple, honest labor of belonging to a place. I looked at the horizon one last time, not as a boundary, but as a beginning. We were here, we were together, and the world was vast and open, but it didn't belong to our past anymore. It belonged to the quiet, unfolding potential of the life we had built. I didn't need to know what tomorrow held, or what the next year would bring. I knew that whatever it was, we would meet it exactly as we were: grounded, whole, and completely at home.

Our certainty. Family. Unity. Love. Purpose. Everything else was just details. Important details. World-changing details. Reality-defining details. But still just details compared to this. Compared to what we had. Compared to who we were together. And nothing in this world or any other would ever change that. Not cosmic threats. Not multiversal visitors. Not the weight of infinite realities. Nothing. We were unbreakable. Unstoppable. Unshakeable. Together. Always together. And that would always be enough.

Sure enough, the next second, a girl spoke up, "How can we let Luna draw so much blood alone? Julian needs more. Let us all donate a little each. When everyone gives a bit, it adds up!" The words were immediately met with agreement. "Yes, keep using this syringe to draw! We are not as selfish as some people. Everyone, quickly take turns!" "Exactly. Luna isn't afraid, so what are we afraid of? This bit of blood is nothing compared to our unity and friendship!" Listening to their passionate, righteous speeches, I could not help but laugh inwardly. What great classmates. They even shared a syringe used by an HIV carrier, and in turn, the virus itself. In this life, they would finally fulfill th

That, Lillian realized, was the quiet architecture of a future that did not rely on dominance. It relied on belonging. And belonging, when chosen freely, did not weaken anyone. It strengthened everyone involved. Without needing to be named. Without needing to be defended. Simply lived. Together. And growing.

"Sera, in case you don't know this or haven't noticed it by now, you always complete us in every possible way. And I'm not just saying this because of how good you make us feel physically, though that's definitely a bonus. I'm talking about our sense of belonging and purpose. You make us whole in a way that nothing else ever has." "It might not be normal." Knox added from my other side. "And it definitely might not be acceptable to a lot of people in our world. But we will find our way through this together. We'll figure out how to make it work and how to deal with whatever consequences come our way." "So don't even think about leaving us or abandoning us because things might get difficult."

“And you will never be alone. Not while we’re here. Not while we live. The bond doesn’t just tie us to you. It ties us together. And together, we are unstoppable.” I swallowed hard, feeling the bond flare violently again, hot and consuming, tying me to them, to this new life, to the danger and the fire and the hunger. My chest ached with desire, fear, and a strange, overwhelming sense of belonging. “Then… I’ll stay,” I whispered, voice trembling. “With all of you. Even if the world tries to tear us apart.”

They rode the elevator up together, stepped out, and headed to their respective doors. Phoebe had just unlocked hers with her fingerprint when she remembered something. She turned back and called out, "Mr. Blackwood, is it normal for couples to live together?"