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This is our family, a strange, beautiful, chaotic family. And it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

I hug my babies tighter, my gaze drifting back to the ice where the boys celebrate their win.

This, I think to myself, is what happiness truly feels like.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ally

The day is finally here,and I wake up feeling like a tightly wound spring, ready to burst with excitement.

The soft chime of the alarm fills the room, stirring us all awake. I’m tucked snugly between Brooks and Tyler, while Nick is sprawled out on the other side.

Nick groans, but in true fashion, he’s the first to roll out of bed. “Shower’s calling,” he mutters, running a hand through his messy blonde hair as he heads for the bathroom.

Tyler, on the other hand, buries his face in the pillow, mumbling something about needing five more minutes.

I laugh softly as Brooks pulls me closer, his arm draped over my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck.

“Coffee?” Brooks murmurs sleepily.

“Yes, please,” I reply, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Reluctantly, Brooks sits up and stretches, heading for the kitchen, leaving me with a very stubborn Tyler. I grin, slipping out of bed to sneak into the bathroom where Nick is showering.

Steam fogs the mirror, and the hot water splashes against the glass shower door.

“Room for one more?” I ask teasingly, stepping in.

Nick laughs, pulling me into his arms under the warm spray, and for a moment, everything feels absolutely perfect and laidback. Just another morning, even though it isn’t.

The morning buzzes with activity as we all get dressed. My dress is carefully packed in its garment bag, and the boys are dashing in their suits, looking like they’ve stepped straight out of a magazine.

Tyler, as usual, grumbles about how uncomfortable ties are, while Brooks ties his perfectly with a practiced hand and pops it into the bag so it’s ready for the ceremony..

The sound of the van pulling into the driveway sends a thrill through me. Our bags are loaded into the trunk, and the driver holds the door open as we all pile into the spacious back seat.

There’s some protected sorting out to do as we get the babies sorted out in the van.

I tickle Elise and she giggles while Brooks deals with a whiny moment from Derek that is resolved with a quick offer of a snack and a new toy.

The second the door shuts, I feel a surge of affection from the boys.

Nick leans in first, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Tyler follows, nipping playfully at my neck, and Brooks captures my lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

I catch the driver’s surprised glance in the rearview mirror and smirk, the exhilaration bubbling inside me even more.

As the van speeds toward the airport, the air between us grows charged. Soft touches, lingering gazes, and stolen kisses make the ride feel intimate and daring.

It’s hot, electric, and I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

The driver’s abrupt, “We’re here, guys!” jolts us back to reality.

The four of us exchange sheepish glances, cheeks flushed, before spilling out of the van. Grabbing our bags and the babies and all their things, we make our way into the bustling airport, where the excitement of the day continues to build.

Security is a breeze since we’re early, despite having three little children with us, and we breeze through the expedited line. Tyler jokes about getting patted down, earning an eye roll from Nick.

Once through, we find our gate and settle into the plush waiting area for first-class passengers.

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