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“What look?”
“The one that says, ‘How is this my life?’”
“Yeah, I’m still figuring that out.”
Nik sidles up on my other side, looping an arm around my waist. “You haven’t had dessert yet.”
I raise a brow. “Did you make it?”
“God, no,” he says. “But I’m great at stealing it.”
“Steal me two. The baby’s hungry.”
“On it.” He skulks away like a cat burglar, and his brothers roll their eyes.
I glance toward the kids. Ivy’s spinning. Mila’s chasing. Alex is twirling like a drama queen. I hear the squeal of their joy.
This is it. Everything I ever wanted. Everything I never believed I could have. The kind of family people write stories about. The kind of love that makes you feel strong, not small.
And I grin so wide it hurts.
The End
