He chuckled softly. “I can’t promise that.”
Now we’re getting ready to celebrate New Year’s Eve again—this time, all five of us.
Aiden is wearing a party hat Harper decorated with glitter and stickers that won’t stay put. Owen is teaching him how to blow the party horns, and the two of them are competing to see who can make the most noise.
Last night, Logan kissed me like we’d made it through something most people never have.
Because we had.
We survived betrayal, confusion, and impossible choices with no clear answers. We endured grief that was never really ours to bear.
But we also learned something I never expected: love isn’t always neat or convenient or fair.
Sometimes it asks you to stretch beyond what you think you’re capable of. Sometimes it arrives as a teenage boy clutching a teddy bear in your hallway, silently asking if there’s space for one more.
And sometimes, the answer is yes—not because it’s easy, but because it’s right.
Family isn’t only about who you begin with. It’s about who you choose to hold on to.
And we chose Aiden—just as he chose us.
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