“All the guys are anxious to see you,” I tell her. She doesn’t let go, so I carry her out to them, hooked on to me. When she spots Liam, she gasps and cries, trembling in my arms once again, and like a parent handing over a sick child, I have no choice but to pass her into his embrace. She sobs into his neck as he holds her, and I let my jealousy thaw into the tenderness of what this is. Ivy is mine, but her huge heart loves these men. They’re part of her as much as they’re part of me.
Im trying to not cry on this plane
