“I wish my mom could see us now. See how happy we all are and that we’re together.” I turn my face into Kingston’s palm as he places it on my cheek. “I’d like to think both our moms can see us. Hell, they’re probably hanging out in a fluffy cloud together, with their arms around each other like in that photo on the mantle, gushing about how their babies fell in love.” I smile because I can picture it perfectly. “You think so?”
