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I don’t need to win some stupid bet. I’m already the luckiest man in the bar.
Grace and I have had numerous conversations about what’ll happen when we get married—when, not if, because come on now. We’re end game and we both know it.
“That’s it,” Grace says. “You’re not allowed to be friends with Garrett anymore. I’m serious.” “In his defense, Dean started it,” I point out. “You can’t be friends with him either. Tucker’s okay to keep because I know he hates this as much as I do.”
“Dean bought him a couple years ago at some antique auction,” I explain. “The listing said he was haunted, so Dean thought it would be hilarious to get the doll for Tuck’s daughter, who was, like, a baby at the time. Sabrina lost her shit, so she waited till Dean and Allie were in town a couple months later and paid off someone at their hotel to leave the doll on Dean’s pillow.” Grace giggles. “Allie said he screamed like a little girl when he turned on the light and saw Alexander there.”
SABRINA: I think the more important question is—what are Hannah and Grace gonna do now that we know their boyfriends are secretly banging in elevators? HANNAH: I feel so betrayed. ME: For real. They’ve been sleeping together this whole time and haven’t even let us watch??!? HANNAH: !!! SABRINA: !!?!! ALLIE: !!!??
“You’re beautiful, you know that? We hardly get five minutes to ourselves these days. I think I keep forgetting how gorgeous you are.”
Garrett’s fingers tangle in my hair. He pulls away for a moment to meet my eyes, staring at me with an expression I’ve never seen before. My breath catches. “What?” “I love you. Maybe more than I ever have.” “We’re having a baby,” I say, grinning with both excitement and still a bit of trepidation. “Bet your ass we are.”
She was the first person who helped me find some kind of peace with my past, and it’s with her support I’ve found my way to the courage to confront it. She makes me a better man. And, hopefully, a good father.
“Congratulations,” she announces with a grin. “You’re having twins.” “Twins?” I echo stupidly. “You serious, Doc?” “Twins?” I say again. “Like two?” “Two,” she confirms. Garrett’s face collapses. “I only bought one jersey.”
“You’re having a baby boy…and a baby girl.”
