The Night Before

The compound was alive with quiet energy the night before the wedding. Colossus had spent most of the day with the brothers, helping finish last touches on the shop while I was pulled away by Mia and a few of the old ladies for a simple “bride’s night.” They didn’t do anything over-the-top — just good food, laughter, and stories about their own weddings. My mom even joined for a while, sitting quietly beside me, her hand occasionally brushing mine like she was still learning how to be present. When I finally slipped back into our room, Colossus was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, looking more relaxed than I’d seen him in weeks. He stood the moment I walked in, crossing the room in two strides and pulling me into his arms. No words at firs