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“Still counts.”

He groans and drops his head against my shoulder. “You’re never going to let me win again, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

We sit in the comfortable quiet of our living room, the fire crackling in the hearth and Carter’s sleepy little snores drifting through the baby monitor on the coffee table.

“Do you ever think about how it all started?” I ask softly. “One dumb bet in a diner.”

Luca smiles against my shoulder. “Best bet I ever lost.”

I nudge him with my elbow. “You let me win.”

“Only the first time,” he counters. “The rest? All you, baby.”

I shift so I can look at him, emotion swelling in my chest. “I love our life.”

“Me, too.” He brushes his lips against mine again, tender and full of promise. “And I can’t wait for our next adventure.”

I grin and settle into his arms, my hand over his as we cradle our next little wild card.

We still bet. We still tease. But now we do it as a team.

And I’ve never felt more like a winner.