What If It's Us(82)

“I hope there’s a ridiculous coffee shop wedding to be had. I know I jump ahead. And I know I’m a superior immortal being, but I’m not psychic, so I just got to keep it moving like it’s going to go somewhere good.”

“She might be the one,” I say.

“And Arthur might be the one,” Dylan says.

“What if, right?”

Dylan pats me on the shoulder. “But in case Arthur and Samantha aren’t the ones, we should invite Hudson and Harriett over. Make this orgy extra interesting.”

The doorbell rings.

What the fuck.

“Impossible,” I say.

Dylan snaps his fingers. “I am a man of magic now, Big Ben. I could’ve summoned them.”

I meet Arthur by the door, and even though it’s impossible, I’m relieved it’s two young women and not Hudson and Harriett.

“YOU CAME!” Arthur shouts as he hugs the two of them, and one playfully rolls her eyes as she hugs him back, like a big-sister type. “Ben, this is Namrata and Juliet.”

“The legendary Ben,” Juliet says.

“The daily drama behind the fucking Shumaker files never getting done,” Namrata says, shaking my hand.

“I brought sparkling cider,” Juliet says.

“Yes! Let’s get fucked up,” Arthur says.

“There’s no alcohol. We’re not getting drunk with you. Did you not hear us yesterday?” Namrata shakes her head. “We’re only here for a few minutes. We just couldn’t let you be alone on your birthday.” She peeks into the living room. “Which you’re clearly not. Your mom knows about this, right?”

“She knows . . . people are here.”

“We’re so fired,” Namrata says. “We were never here.”

Arthur holds out his phone at selfie length. “Smile!”

Namrata and Juliet do not smile.

Arthur and I go into the kitchen and grab eight glasses for this one bottle of cider. Not a lot to go around, but there’s enough to toast to his birthday and sip away. Dylan takes the empty cider bottle and tries to get a game of spin the bottle going, and literally no one else wants to play.

Juliet taps Arthur’s shoulder to give him a hug. “Arthur, we have to go before we’re late for the party.”

“But we’re so happy your birthday made a turn for the better,” Namrata says.

“Wait. You can’t go. There’s a cake,” I say.

“There is?!” Arthur asks.

“Stay and sing happy birthday?” I ask them.

Namrata and Juliet nod.

Dylan and Samantha help me out in the kitchen. I’m carrying the cake as we reenter the room and everyone starts singing “Happy Birthday.” On top of the chocolate cake, vanilla frosting spells Do Not Throw Away Your Wish. Arthur looks around, and we smile for a photo while the cake is still lit. I’m so happy I had a role in flipping this birthday around. I mean, I kind of ruined it in the first place. But I got this ship sailing again, and that’s what Arthur will hopefully remember no matter what happens between us.

Arthur finally blows out the candles.

“What’d you wish for?” I ask.

“Can’t say. But I did not throw away my wish.”

“Hamilton tickets before you leave?”

“Hamilton tickets before I leave.”

“I can’t believe they showed up,” Arthur says as he comes back into the living room after saying goodnight to Namrata and Juliet. He settles back on the floor next to me, plates of half-eaten cake at our feet. “I knew they liked me.” He gestures at all of us. “I still can’t believe you’re all here. Everyone’s faces have been the best surprises today.”

“You win Best Birthday Plot Twist for sure,” I say. No one deserves a birthday party with all his favorite people more than Arthur. He always goes extra for everyone, and it’s about time everyone goes extra for him. He has me making things right. Dylan and Samantha coming straight from the hospital. Ethan and Jessie flying from Georgia. Namrata and Juliet popping in to prove he’s not just the boss’s kid.

“Now it’s a triple date,” Dylan says. “I have an idea.”

“No you don’t,” I say.

“Why yes I do.”

“If it’s sexual, just don’t.”

Dylan grins. “Maybe we should have a six-way—”

“Dylan!”

“—wedding,” Dylan finishes. “Six-way wedding since we have three couples. Get your mind out of the gutter, Big Ben.” He rolls his eyes at Samantha, who’s busy rolling her eyes at him. “Hey, future wife, you’re the one who made the future-husband comment. You know what you’ve gotten yourself into. I will always love you and I will always hate your coffee.”

Samantha shakes her head with a smile. “Let’s talk about ‘always’ later. It’s Arthur’s birthday right now.”

“Agreed,” I say.

“I’m just saying,” Dylan says. “This is huge. Three couples in one room. This feels like the Fellowship of the Wedding Rings.”

“His parents met when they were young, and they’re still married today,” I explain to Ethan and Jessie so they’re caught up on why Dylan is the way he is when it comes to love. I turn back to Dylan. “Doesn’t mean everyone else is excited to talk about the future.” I grab Arthur’s hand. “Some of us want to live in our moment.” In our do-over.