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I snorted. “I was drunk as shit the first time.”

Noah lifted the rings again. “Liv,” he whispered. “I’ve got the rings. Don’t worry.”

“You are doing such a good job of looking after them, bud, just hold on to them a little bit longer?—”

“Beautiful people! We are gathered here today to celebrate the endless burnin’ love of Damien Blackwood and Olivia Martin,” Elvis started, and all at once, my future was sealed.

Chapter 40

Damien

“Do you think I’m tall enough for space mountain yet?”

Noah’s mouse-shaped ice cream melted dramatically over his hands in the early-autumn California heat. The music of Frontierland from one set of speakers blended seamlessly somehow with the bayou crickets of New Orleans Square. “There’s only one way to find out,” I grinned.

“Can we go there next?” he asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet with excitement.

“That’s all the way across the park,” I laughed. “Don’t you want to do Pirates? It’s right there.”

He pouted as he took a bite out of his ice cream, his wiggly front tooth shifting dramatically. He hopped up on the bench beside me, leaning dramatically over me to look at the map in my hands. “We’re here,” I said, pointing out our location.

“And where’s space mountain?”

I moved my finger all the way across the map.

“Oh.”

“Dame! Do you want anything?”

My head snapped up.

Liv stood on the opposite side of the little seating area, credit card in hand and Emily strapped on her chest, the stroller abandoned beside me. Em cooed happily as her little head turned toward me, her arms and legs dangling out the front of the carrier, and Liv beamed down at her, mumbling a little, “You see Daddy?”

“Just a water!” I shouted back.

A moment later, the two of them trotted over to me. Liv passed me a water and squatted down to put a spare one in the stroller. Em giggled and kicked, her little hands reaching out, the few little sprouts of dark hair on her mostly bald head blowing in the breeze.

“Can you take her?” Liv asked, loosening the straps on the front. “My back is killing me.”

“Absolutely.”

“I can carry her!” Noah practically shouted, holding out his sticky, ice cream covered hands in anticipation.

“I know you love cuddling her, bud, but it’s still a little too soon to carry her around,” Liv said, lifting Em out of her carrier and passing her to me. Noah pouted, but Em shrieked excitedly, her little Mickey and Minnie shirt riding up her plump tummy as I held her beneath her arms.

She happily settled into my lap.

Liv unstrapped the carrier from around herself and set it in the stroller, taking the freedom to stretch in her pretty, white sundress. Her hair was tucked up neatly into a ponytail, her makeup just barely there, and in her efforts, she forced a yawn from herself. “Please tell me we’re doing an easy ride next.”

“Pirates?” I offered, pressing a kiss against Emily’s forehead and drawing another giggle from her. “You’ll like that one, Em.”

“It has pirates in it,” Noah said to her as if that wasn’t readily available information. She was also four months old and likely didn’t understand a word he said, let alone what a pirate was.

“Can she go on pirates?” Liv asked, one brow raising.

“It says there’s no height requirement. We can double check at the entrance though.”

“And then can we go on space mountain? Please?” Noah asked, jumping off the bench and wrapping himself around Liv’s thighs.

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