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“I’m your third husband? Isn’t that a little greedy?” Jacob huffed. “You’re awfully judgey for somebody who grew up in a cult where the leader had, like, six wives. I’m not keeping my other two spouses in the cellar. They’re my ex’s. Also, you’re my first husband.”
“I have two divorces that say otherwise, but I’m glad you think so.” Jacob’s expression turned serious, and it made Connolly feel weirdly exposed. “Maybe you just weren’t with the right person.” This time, it was Connolly who swallowed hard, feeling like there was a lump in his throat. “Maybe you’re right.”
“She was my cartoon buddy. I’d bring her here when it was my weekend, and we’d eat cereal in our pajamas out of the box. She was good at ballet, like my sister. I think she could have been a professional, too…if she’d had more time.”
“You don’t have to beg, baby, but fuck, you sound so sweet when you do.”
“I just know they’re ours. Don’t ask me how I know it because we see kids all the time, but I just took one look at her, at them, and I knew they were supposed to be ours, and I really hoped you saw it, too. And the baby—we need to find a name for her—she’s got the softest baby hands, Killian, and even though she’s going through hell, she still makes the cutest, sweetest cooing sounds when you hold her.”
Me either,” Killian said. “But drunk me and drunk you somehow recognized each other for what we are.” “Soulmates?” Jacob said with a smile. “Crazy,” Killian said around a laugh. Jacob couldn’t help but laugh, too. They were crazy. Their life together was crazy and was about to get even more so. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wouldn’t trade one single minute.
