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Ethan lets out a slow breath, his gaze softening as he leans against the wall. “You know what? It’s not a bad idea. Austin’s got everything we need, and being closer to Adam could give Jax some breathing room with this whole situation.”

“But everyone needs to be on the same page for it to work,” Olivia says. “And if that includes taking a DNA test, so be it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ethan says.

Olivia hesitates. “I mean, it’s okay if you want to know who the baby’s actual father is.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Marcus says. “I really don’t care but if either Jax or Ethan?—”

“I don’t,” I say abruptly before clearing my throat. “I mean, I don’t want to know. It’s Olivia’s kid, which means I’ll love it no matter what. And I thought we had decided we’re sticking together. Does a baby really change that?”

“No,” Olivia says softly. “But I wanted you to have a choice. All of you.”

I look at her, and I see things with clarity.

“I do have a choice,” Ethan says. “And it’s being there for you.”

She looks at me.

“Then I’m willing to give it a try,” I say. “For Olivia.”

CHAPTER 32

OLIVIA

The new house is massive,a sprawling structure with white stone walls, large windows, and a wraparound porch.

The front yard is dotted with oak trees, their shade spilling over the driveway where our cars are parked haphazardly. A faint breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass, and somewhere in the distance, a lawn mower hums.

It’s the kind of place that feels like it could actually be home, not just another temporary stop.

Boxes are everywhere. Some are stacked on the porch, others scattered across the driveway. Marcus carries a heavy-looking box toward the door, muttering about how it’s definitely not marked “fragile.”

Jax lugs two furniture pieces over his shoulders as if they weigh nothing, his muscles flexing with the effort. I’m holding a single lamp, which feels increasingly pathetic in comparison.

“You guys make me look bad,” I say, shaking my head as I follow them inside.

Ethan raises a brow, gesturing to my swollen belly. “You’re literally carrying the heaviest weight around here, woman.” I’m around seven months now.

“Well I want to help,” I say, thrusting the lamp at him.

“There’s a small box just out the door that you can carry, sweetheart,” Marcus says helpfully. I smile. I love the fact that they treat me as an equal partner. That was always my qualm about getting married, and now I’m here with the three loves of my life.

“This is it,” I say, setting down the box in my arms and taking a moment to really look at the house. “We actually did it.”

Ethan steps up beside me, a grin splitting his face. “Yep. And I think it’s safe to say we’re going to need a map to navigate this place.”

Marcus snorts as he hauls a suitcase up the front steps. “Speak for yourself. I’m claiming the room with the best view.”

“You mean the one I already called?” Ethan fires back, smirking.

Inside, the air is cool and smells faintly of new paint. The foyer opens up into a massive living room with vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and hardwood floors that gleam in the afternoon sunlight. There’s an open-concept kitchen to the left, complete with a marble island that looks like it belongs in a cooking show.

“It’s ridiculous,” I mutter, mostly to myself.

“Ridiculously perfect,” Jax says, brushing past me

“Come on, Liv. Admit it. It’s even better than my beach house. This is a damn good start.”

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