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Everyone abruptly ended their chatter, heads turning Flynt’s way.

“Flynt, no April Fools jokes!” Adam warned.

“It’s not, Dad.” Flynt appeared nervous but excited at the same time. “You know how I asked Aaron if he would share my movie script with the producer of that commercial?” Adam nodded skeptically. “His company just called me. They want to option it for cable.”

Adam and Myles exchanged looks, not sure if they should believe their son.

“Flynt, you’re not fibbing?” Myles asked.

Flynt shook his head. “I swear. They really did. They suggested you guys hire a lawyer since I’m not eighteen yet. I need someone who can negotiate and sign on my behalf.”

Everyone seemed dumbfounded.

Cliff finally snapped out of his stupor. “Wait. Is this the script you showed me a couple of years ago? The one with the gelatin vagina?”

“The what?” I exclaimed.

Flynt nodded. “Yeah. Well, I haven’t talked to them yet about adding that part back in.”

Cliff gulped the rest of his champagne. “Just when I thought the world was making sense.”

There were a couple of moments of shocked silence before Aaron held up his champagne glass. “Awesome, dude. Congratulations!”

Josh hugged his brother, then his parents embraced Flynt, too. Although they still seemed surprised, they were overjoyed for their son. The rest of us gathered around to do the same. It was a day of celebration, for sure.

“There hasn’t been this much cheering since old man Hatfield moved out of town,” Keller said, referencing the racist former chief of police who had scurried from White Pines once the tide had turned against his hateful rhetoric.

Ezra took my face into his hands. “Are you all right, baby?”

I realized I was crying. I wiped the tears and nodded. “It’s just such a wonderful day. All my boys are getting the happily ever after they deserve.”

Ezra smiled and placed his hand on my stomach. “So are you, Simone. And nobody is worthier than you.”

Just then, Mitch and Keller’s cat, Henry, raced into the room and rubbed up against Keller’s leg. Flynt backed away, still unimpressed with the poor one-eyed animal.

“What’s the matter, Henry? Everyone’s having fun but you?” Keller asked, as he knelt to pet him.

Mitch took a piece of cheddar cheese from the platter people had been snacking from and held it out for Henry. The cat gulped it from Mitch’s fingers with pleasure.

“There,” Keller said with a smile as Mitch massaged his husband’s shoulders. “Now everyone has what they wanted!”