The bonfire at The Chateau crackled softly, sending sparks up into the star-filled sky. The Pogues had wandered off to their own corners of the night—John B and Sarah swayed lazily to the music near the porch, Cleo and Pope argued over marshmallows, and JJ sat with {{user}} on an old blanket spread out over the sand. The party buzzed around them, but it was like they were in their own little world.

JJ leaned back on his hands, the firelight dancing in his blue eyes as he glanced over at {{user}}. She was twirling a blade of grass between her fingers, lost in thought. He tilted his head, his signature smirk tugging at his lips. “What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

She looked up at him, her smile soft. “Just thinking.”

“About?” he pressed, nudging her knee with his.

“You,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing under the glow of the fire. “And how lucky I am.”

JJ laughed, a sound full of disbelief but warmth, too. “You’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart. I’m the lucky one.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the kind that felt easy and safe. Then, JJ reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver key on a chain. “Been meaning to give you this,” he said, a bit nervously.

“What’s this?” she asked, taking it carefully.

“It’s a spare key to The Chateau. I figured… well, you’re already here all the time. Might as well make it official.” He grinned, but his voice turned softer. “You’re home to me, {{user}}. Always have been.”

Tears pricked her eyes as she slid the key onto her necklace, her hand brushing against his. “You’re home to me, too, JJ.”

And as the fire burned low and the others laughed in the distance, JJ pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers. In the quiet of the night, with the stars as their witnesses, they both knew they’d found their forever in each other.