“Perfect,” I give him a dopey smile, love drunk as I fling my arms around his neck. “Everything is just perfect.”
He palms my sides, the same fire and devotion burning in his eyes. “Good.”
“You two aren’t leaving me here with them,” Logan throws a thumb at the door.
Rowan and I share a look.
“We can leave him, right?” My husband asks.
I shrug. “He’ll be fine.”
“Seriously?” Logan throws his hands up.
Rowan leans over me, giving my brother a reassuring expression that teeters on amusement. “You got this. Don't barge in without knocking.”
“Fuck you.”
I throw a smirk over my shoulder at my brother. “Don’t trust any flat surfaces that can bear weight.”
“You’re both insufferable,” Logan grumbles before fishing his phone out of his pocket and shoving it in my direction. “Here. Put your number in. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around for the holidays.”
I take it and program my number under ‘The Best Sister Ever,’ and it earns a snort from my brother.
“You’ll be seeingbothof us,” I wink.
Logan purses his lips. “I can do without one of you.” I punch his gut, and he fakes a groan. “Kidding. I was only kidding.”
“We’re a package deal,” I snark as I wrap an arm around Rowan’s waist.
My husband rubs my back as he smiles softly at me. “We’ll be in touch. Can’t get rid of me now.”
“Don’t remind me,” Logan grumbles under his breath.
“Take good care of our parents,” I say as we give our goodbyes. Logan bear hugs me, picking me up until my feet dangle.
“Clear out a spare bedroom for me. If they become too much, I’m moving in with you.” He jokes.
Or at least I think he’s joking?
I pat his back awkwardly until he sets me down. He gives a stern stare to Rowan. “Take care of her.”
My husband nods. “She’s in good hands.”
With a final wave and a hop up into the front seat, we’re off. The ranch-style home recedes in the rearview mirror, and I rest my chin on my arms as I hang out of the window. The last twenty-four hours have been chaotic beyond belief, but my heart feels fuller than it was before I came here. For the most part, everyone is happy. I’m still on the fence with Ford being my biological father, but it doesn’t take away from the time and happiness I shared with Dad while he was here. If anything, there’s an extension to him in the family I rekindleda connection with.
So much lost time seems like a distant memory as we drive away. I’m only glad my mom finally got her happy ending.
I’m rooting for them.
Choose her, Ford.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Addison
“Can we stop?Pleeeease.” Theo whines like a child in the backseat. He’s all slouched over, his long limbs spreading and taking up most of the space.
Poor Dom is crowded towards the door, his body turned as he drowns us all out. He’s broody, and probably the only normal one in this vehicle.
