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“Am I your son or am I Uncle Ryke’s?” I open my mouth, but he speaks again, fast. “And I don’t mean in the metaphorical sense. I mean, biologically.” “Biologically, metaphorically, spiritually—any which way you turn it,” I tell him, my voice clear and proud and full of never-ending love, “you’re mine.”
“I’ve always loved winning, but I would lengthen the time it takes us to reach the end, just to spend one more second with you.”
Jane looks between Rose and me, and very strongly, she says, “Ensemble.” “Ensemble,” our children then exclaim at once.
We tell all seven the one word that has breathed inside of us from the moment we met. We say, “Ensemble.” Together.
The door swings open, and I back up so they can exit. Sulli is first, sighing heavily. “This sucks.” She washes her hands in the sink. “You’re so lucky you’ve never had to deal with this, Dad.” She started her period.
“I gave you my heart a long time ago, and I’m not sure I remind you enough that you still have it. All of it.”
“I think we finally deserve this.” Tears spill out of his eyes, and he says, “I believe it, too.”
She grimaces at me. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I layer on my usual glare, and her shoulders loosen. She’s glad that I act like I hate her just as much as she acts like hates me. In reality, I love her as much as Lily loves Rose—it’s just the way it turned out to be.
and we’ll sit on this hill. Feeling the stillness that exists. And then we end—we end where we started. Just us. All six of us.
