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Her brow furrows. “But, I don’t know if I still have a job.”

I step closer. “You do. They agreed you could keep your position with the team if I resigned. They saw your statements—your wonderful, heartfelt statements—and I said they were true. Robyn,” I say solemnly, swallowing a nervous lump before taking both of their hands in mine. “I made, quite possibly, the dumbest decision to leave us. There’s no job more important than you two. I let fear take over, and it convinced me I was better off inthe shadows. But I was a coward. So I… I took some inspiration from both of you.”

Their hands squeeze mine, and the corner of Dell’s mouth turns up the slightest amount before I say to him, “I could hear your encouragement and feel your head-first energy.”

Then I direct my gaze down to her. “I saw you running to me from across the field. I could feel the warmth of your smile. And you two made this decision so easy for me.” Tears fall down our faces, but her smile has me floating.“Can you forgive me? I promise to never make you feel like this again. I promise to prioritize us before anything else. I promise to never let fear drive.”

“Yes,” she swallows. “I’m not going to let it drive me either. Every hit will be worth it.”

My chest could explode from her forgiveness. My knees could buckle from the impact of her words. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I made the right call.

“And can you forgive me?” I ask Dell, his warm brown eyes filled as my heart punches harder than ever. “Can you forgive me for breaking her heart and breaking yours? I want it to be the three of us. Always and forever.”

Staring at him in this moment is like looking down the barrel of a gun, and with every passing fraction of a second, I grow more antsy. If he doesn’t forgive me, I would understand, but I wouldn’t give up. I’d grovel until my dying breath. Hell, even if he does forgive me, I’ll still grovel just so he can rest assured that I mean every word—that I believe in us.

All at once, Dell wipes the stream trickling down from his eye and smiles before wrapping both of us in his arms. “Of course, baby. We’re with you.”

1.Could Have Been Meby The Struts

Epilogue

Dell

Nine Months Later

“Shut up,” Robyn hisses, slapping my tuxedo-covered arm and watching Zofia and Dominico toddle down the aisle dressed to the nines. Everyone in the church pews giggle as Zo stops in her tracks to dump all the petals in her basket halfway down the aisle. At the sound of the crowd’s laughter, Zo’s face scrunches and she cries, but Nico is there, wrapping his tiny arms around his twin sister to comfort her.

A collectiveAwwhushes over the crowd, including Robyn and myself, because how can you not? When the pair of them let go, they both ditch the flower basket and pillow holding the fake ring and walk hand-in-hand to their waiting mother and father at the end of the aisle. Raf’s brother Joaquín stands as best man, and Isaiah stands next, followed by Dane and Jonah. Next to Angie is her friend Cora and her sister Ivy.

The twins give their parents a hug, and they’re given to the grandparents in the front row before we all take a seat. Grabbing Robyn’s hand, I place a chaste kiss on the back of it. She looks gorgeous in her pale-green slip dress. From the tip of her head to the soles of her feet, she’s flawless, and she’s every bit mine as we are hers.

When the priest begins the ceremony, he’s only speaking in Spanish. Robyn and I exchange awkward glances because we don’t know the language, but wearein Mexico, we should have seen that coming. Language barrier aside, the wedding is beautiful, and it doesn’t take my understanding of the language to capture the essence. To see joy weep from their eyes and feel the couple’s commitment to each other.

Robyn’s painted nails dance along my palm, and I picture us up there standing with only Isaiah.How wild a concept—three people getting married to each other under the roof of a church. But the more I picture it, the more it isn’t.

I know Robyn and Isaiah are the end game for me. The two of them are everything I ever wanted in a relationship—I just didn’t know it was going to come in the form of two partners.

Isaiah catches my eye, and a little comment he once said passes through my mind yet again. About how he would dream about me fucking him.

“In my bed. In the back of a car. In a pool. On our honeymoon.”

Our honeymoon.

I never forgot about that. I’ve only been thinking about ways to make it happen. I want to see my rings on their fingers—so I’m shooting my shot.

Today.

Robyn lays her head against my shoulder and exhales a contented sigh as Angie and Rafael recite their vows. There’s a small curl to her painted lips, and the urge to kiss it buzzes through me. I love her happy.

It was no easy effort to get where we are now though, especially with her parents. Deidra and Chris Cassidy didn’t exactly welcome me and Isaiah until there was overwhelming support from the media and her fan base. Conditional love is something I’ve never been used to, and neitherhas Isaiah. But she’s been dealing with this dynamic for her whole life, and we get it—the love of a parent can be complex and nuanced. And sure, I was serious when I told Robyn I wanted to kill her mom for saying those awful things to her at her photoshoot, but there’s too much tied up in their relationship to cut them out. Yet. Isaiah and I aren’t keeping a mental tally or anything. No, nooo, we wouldn’t do that. We wouldn’t be waiting for the ideal time to strike—to suggest she cut her parents out of her life—if it means protecting our girl.

No, never.

For now though, we’ll play nice as long as they place nice.

Robyn met my family a few months ago, between Christmas and the new year, and my parents were head over heels for her just like they are with Isaiah. My entire hometown is now trying to claim the place as Olympic Rugby Player Robyn Cassidy’s hometown. The lie has been proudly displayed on billboards along the highway ever since she left.

Of course, my nephew Liam has been properly obsessed with Isaiah. During our last visit to Kentucky for his birthday, the three of us got the boy a year of piano lessons, but Isaiah didn’t feel like it was enough. So before we flew back to Philly, he took Liam to a musical instrument store where he picked out the cutest little guitar.

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