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He kisses my cheek and I hear our daughter’s groan. She hates when we’re affectionate, especially in front of company.
“So, did we get everything straight?” I ask.
Saint and Reaper groan.
“We did,” Dylan says, ignoring his brothers. “Ambrose understands what I expect from him and... I approve of the relationship.”
My daughter jumps up and runs to us, then envelopes us in a hug. “Thank you, Daddy! Mama!”
“Anything for you, Princess.”
Dylan kisses her on her head. I look at my husband and I know how hard it is to give a little leeway with our daughter, especially with Ambrose. I’m proud he put her happiness above his feelings.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear.
He gazes at me, and I see nothing but love in his eyes. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you, too.”
