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I don’t think so. Iknowit.

And as we lean in to kiss with our mouths full of marshmallow, our fingertips sticky with sweetness, I’m sure we’re all seeing the same exact future.

EPILOGUE

SARA

Three years later

“Hey, honey?” I shout down the hall, holding the back of my dress at the top. “Could I get a hand with this zipper, babe?”

Like the stars of a puppet show, Trent pops his head from a door on the right, while Logan leans out on the left. Spotting each other, they laugh.

“I’ll behoneythis time.” Trent strides from the door of our bedroom, shifting my hair to the side. He kisses the back of my neck as he zips up my dress.

From his spot at the edge of the nursery, Logan pretends to growl. “No fair,” he protests. “You werehoneylast time. It’s your turn to bebabe.”

“Can it, Jarhead.” Trent dots a dozen more kisses at the back of my hairline. “I earnedhoneyby doing those three extra shifts of diaper duty.”

“All right, that’s fair.” Logan ducks back through the door ofthe nursery. “I’m wrist-deep in diapers myself.” His voice gets drowned by a series of sweet baby giggles. “Our daughter produces some interesting colors, let me tell you.”

“Please don’t.” I love when he uses those words.

Our daughter.

He means all of us—Trent, Logan, and me.

When we decided to get pregnant, we chose not to know who the bio dad was. Given the quantity of sex we all have, either man could have knocked me up. But we’re choosing to raise little Ella with two dads and one mom.

And as the mom in this picture, I open my arms as Logan swoops out with our fresh-smelling baby. “This is the right dress, yeah?”

“Yep. That’s the one Eve picked.” Kissing my sweet girl, I straighten her frilly orange flower girl frock. “Are you all dressed up for Auntie Eve’s wedding?” I give her a smooch on one baby-plump cheek. “Are you gonna throw flower petals at Uncle Kit?”

“Da!”Our little girl giggles, possibly knowing as well as I do that we’ll be lucky if she doesn’t stuff a fistful of petals in her mouth. It’s a good thing they purchased the edible kind, planning ahead for our sixteen-month-old bundle of wonder. I kiss her again and Trent keeps the giggles going as he tickles her little round belly.

She squeals and flails her chubby arms. He tickles again as he takes in her outfit. “She looks like a pumpkin.”

“She does not.” I can’t get enough of these cheeks. The first week I went back to work after having her, I came home on my prep time to snuggle her every day. Lucky for me, the new school I work at gives generous leave to teachers with babies. It’s ten miles from Coronado and teeming with military families at the same stage of parenthood we’re in. I’ve got plenty of peers around me for support, not to mention the world’s most supportive stay-at-home dad.

That’s right.

As it turns out, Logan’s investment portfolio was substantial enough that he won’t need a paid job for at least a few years. When Trent and I asked what he wanted to do, he pointed immediately to my pregnant belly.

“That,” he said, grinning. “I think that’s what I’m meant to do.”

I couldn’t agree more. Logan’s a natural at fatherhood. Maybe it’s his easygoing charm, or the fact that he’s still kind of a kid himself. He’s perfect with Ella, and she adores Daddy Logan to bits.

“All right, enough smooching.” He scoops our sweet girl from my arms. “Aren’t we supposed to get there early?”

“It doesn’t take that long to drive there.” Trent fixes his tie in the mirror over Logan’s shoulder.

Logan himself is already dressed and Ella grabs hold of his necktie and squeals.

“Da!”That’s her favorite word lately, her own special shorthand fordad.

“Gack.” Logan feigns like he’s choking, and maybe he is. Our sweet little princess has a mighty fierce grip. “Can one of you grab the diaper bag?”

“Got it.” Trent takes up the rear, guarding our six like always. I swear he became even more protective once we got pregnant. My Navy SEAL sweetheart is now a Navy SEAL husband and father, and I’m not sure which role he revels in the most.

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