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She tosses it to me, and as I catch it, I growl out another no.

Ignoring me, she struts toward our bedroom. “I’ve got to get the computer set up. I’ve got a call scheduled with my parents. You want to say hi?”

I stare down at the vibrating toy for another second before I shove it into my pocket.

Five minutes later, we sit side by side on the couch. One by one, little boxes on the screen appear, each filled with the face of a man near my dad’s age. Liam has been here more than once, hanging out with Oliver and Noah when I’m here, but this is the first time I’m meeting the other dads.

“Happy birthday.” The first man to speak has dark hair and looks just like Ash.

“Thank you.”

The others echo the same sentiment, but quickly, every eye is on me.

“I was going to wait for mom before doing introductions, but who knows where she is.” Hannah lets out a tight laugh and glances down at the phone in her lap, where she’s typed out a reminder message to her mother.

My stomach sinks. From here, I don’t see a happy birthday message in the chain of recent texts. I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume it’s because she called Hannah instead.

“This is Daniel,” she says, straightening. “Daniel, these are my dads, Pierce?—”

The man who looks like Ash waves at me.

“Ryot.”

A well-groomed guy in a suit nods.

“Bryce.”

This guy is in a suit too.

“And you already know Liam.”

Liam smiles. “How’d your afternoon with Ollie go?”

I grin. “We accomplished what we set out to do.”

Hannah shifts to face me, but I keep my focus fixed on the screen.

“It’s nice to meet the rest of you.”

Ryot—the lawyer, I think—eyes me. “I’ll be in town next month. We can discuss the custody arrangements then.”

Hannah flinches. “That’s—no.” She drops a hand to my thigh and squeezes. “We don’t need any agreement. We’re together, and we’ll figure this out together.”

Though she’s clearly worried Ryot has upset me, I’m actually ecstatic that she has people in her life who care enough about her to give me shit.

“Hannah and our son mean the world to me. Anything she wants, she’s got.”

“That’s what everyone says before?—”

Liam clears his throat. “Ryot, don’t forget we promised Hannah we wouldn’t let our divorces affect her.”

“I’m protecting her,” Ryot mutters.

Bryce nods. “I agree with him. There should be formal documentation.”

I lean forward, unbothered. “Type it up. As long as it’s what she wants, I’ll sign it. But it won’t matter. We’re not breaking up, and there isn’t a scenario where I won’t provide everything she and our son want or need. But if it makes you feel more comfortable to put that in writing?—”

“It does,” Ryot presses.

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