Page 75 of Fielder's Choice

“Yes, we did,” Lane grins, wrapping an arm around me, tilting my chin up, and kissing my lips softly.

Ella looks giddy as she watches us. “Oh my God, are you guys together now?!”

“We’re not putting a label on anything,” I answer quickly. “We’re going to just keep doing what we’re doing.”

“And we’re not doing any of this in front of Sage,” Lane affirms. “I’ll tell her about it if we get to that point. But for now, don’t say anything to her.”

“Your secret is safe,” Josh states, clapping a hand on Lane’s back.

“We won’t breathe a word of this to Sage,” Ella says. “We promise.”

Before the tea party starts, Ella grabs the extra leggings she had in her car and lets me borrow them. I’m incredibly grateful right now that we’re the same height and size, so I don’t have to keep wearing a blanket like a skirt.

Lane changes out of his date clothes as well. He’s dressed casually now in a pair of dark jeans and a white henley.

He looks so good.

We all don our boas and hats as we sit around Sage’s small purple table in her bedroom.

I love this side of Lane. The side that dresses up to bring joy to his daughter. He’s an incredible dad, and Sage is lucky to have him.

I’m lucky to have him as well.

I also love the way Josh and Ella are getting into this. Josh didn’t bat an eye when Lane brought out the boas. He just immediately reached into the box and threw two of them around his neck. Ella asks Sage for her opinion on every “tea” we try. It’s all just water, but Sage loves it all the same.

Lane and Sage have such an incredible family in their friends, and I’m so honored to be part of that now.

“Liv,” Lane says, capturing my attention. “This tea has a nice floral undertone, wouldn’t you say?”

I choke down a laugh. “Yes, I’m getting a lot of floral in this one.”

“It’s yummy,” Ella declares. “What do you think, Sage?”

“It good,” she smiles. “Unky Josh?”

Josh beams at her. “I think this tea is lovely, Sage. You have impeccable taste.”

“Daddy,” Sage says, looking right at Lane now. “We need snacks.”

“Alright, Miss Sassypants,” Lane grumbles. “What would you like?”

“Sammiches!”

“Ooh, good choice, sweet girl! Sandwiches sound perfect to pair with this tea.”

“Sandwiches it is then,” Lane says, standing himself up and adjusting the boa around his neck. “Come help me, Garro.”

“How did I get roped into this?” he laughs.

“Your niece is demanding sandwiches, and we guys gotta take care of our girls.” Lane looks right at me when he says the last part, winking and shooting me a flirty smile.

Josh chuckles as he stands up, and he and Lane are off to the kitchen now.

I turn back around to the girls. “Oh, your hair is falling out, Sage,” I state, referencing the pigtail braids Ella fashioned in her hair this morning. “Here, let me fix that.”

Sage plops herself up on my lap, and I get to work, fixing the braid that’s falling out and tightening the other one.

“Me see!” Sage says excitedly.

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