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Mom, on the other hand, had gone quiet, her gaze locked on Sadie. Then, slowly, she softened. “How far along?”

Sadie hesitated. “About ten weeks.”

Her hand rested on her flat stomach. Ever since we’d found out about the pregnancy, we hadn’t really talked about it. No DNA test, no appointments, just the initial doctor’s visit when she fainted.

Even though it was constantly on my mind—and I knew it weighed on the others too—we’d kept the subject on the back burner to give Sadie space.

But now? Now everything had changed. It was all out in the open.

Mom nodded, her sharp brown eyes flicking between us. “And you’re all in?”

“Yes,” Kai said without hesitation.

“Absolutely,” Adam agreed.

I didn’t even blink. “There was never another option.”

Leona let out a breath, her eyes glistening. “Oh, honey, I wish I could hug you right now.”

Sadie let out a nervous laugh. “You can.”

That was all it took. Leona was on her feet in an instant, rounding the table to pull Sadie into a warm, tight embrace.

“We are going to take care of you,” she murmured against Sadie’s hair. “This is a family, all of us. You have us all now.”

Sadie let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling into Leona’s back.

Marlene was already wiping at her eyes, shaking her head. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this tonight, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

Milo finally nodded. “Alright, then.”

Sadie blinked at him. “That’s it?”

Milo’s lips quirked. “That’s it.”

She looked like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Mom leaned forward, leveling a look at me. “You’d better be feeding her properly.”

I snorted. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she said. Then she smiled. “Because now you’ve got two people to take care of.”

Sadie sucked in a breath, like the weight of it was finally hitting her.

But then Adam reached for her, Kai kissed the top of her head, and I leaned in, pressing my forehead to her temple.

We had her.

And we weren’t going anywhere.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Sadie

I wasn’tsure I could do this.

The thought coiled tight in my chest as I stood in front of Hayley’s house, my fingers twisting in the hem of my sweater. Medford was quiet, the evening settling around us in a familiar hush, but inside me, a storm was raging.

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