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My future wife is holding a bit of a grudge as well it appears. I glance at Atlas and Mav, but their faces are blank as I begin the first notes on the guitar. Mav and Atlas come in with perfect timing, because they know these songs inside and out.

As pissed off at them as I am, we’re still family.

Lennon sings her heart out as she begins the first few lines.

“Life’s mistakes pull and twist things.

Keep going, baby. Things will find their way.

Don’t listen to the hate, people won’t understand.

Love is love, and your soul will call to theirs.

Listen to the bond, because it knows what you need.

Souls bond, and nothing can break it.”

I hope Layla will be okay, but I know there’s a reason for Lennon’s choice of song. Looking back at her, she takes a deep breath before she sings the chorus. Her voice is clear and strong, even though her eyes are a little brighter in the lights than normal.

Song after song, Lennon leads us through words that pull at the heartstrings, and the crowd is enthralled. They sing the chorus at the top of their lungs, and even beg for another.

“I don’t know…” Lavender teases as she turns toward us. “Do we have another in us?”

“Aye!” we yell back. Roark’s roar gives me goosebumps, and I know that no matter what, we need to continue to tour in some capacity. The high of performing on stage is like nothing else.

I know he’s working through his past addiction, but this is incredible. There’s no reason to give it up.

“Let’s go!”

Lennon beginsTogether We Roar,and I feel as if I’m about to burst. Glancing at Roark as he plays, he tosses his wet hair out of his face before winking at me. Gorgeous as always. The vine tattoo and roses climb up his wrist, and I lose myself to the music.

The stadium is practically vibrating with energy as we sing, and it’s a night that will live in my memories forever.

As we walk off stage, I pick Lavender up into my arms to hug her, loving her squeal of surprise.

“This set was incredible,” Layla says, looking happy and a little shell shocked.

“It was perfect,” Lennon says as I set her feet on the floor. The sisters hug each other, and I meet Mav’s eyes.

Sighing, I jerk my head to the side. We need to talk. Walking the girls to Jordan, I bite my lip.

“Is there a room I can have for a bit?” I ask. “I just need a little privacy.”

“Baby?” Lennon asks, turning and I lean over to kiss her.

“I need to chat with the guys for a bit. Is that okay?”

I don’t need permission, but they’re her friends too.

“Yeah, Uncle Jordan, do you need me to do any interviews, or can I go see the twins?” Lavender asks, wrapping her arms around herself and giving her boobs a careful squeeze. It looks like the babies may need to eat.

“No, my sweet grand niece and nephew come first,” he scoffs. “Eloise!”

She runs over wide eyed, and I almost feel bad for the girl.

“Take Turner to the room next to the green room, and make sure they aren’t disturbed, please,” he says before striding away with Lennon and Layla. He seems curt, and that’s rarely who Jordan Miles is typically.

Eloise doesn’t seem to let it bother her, showing us to the room next to where Lennon is with the babies. Roark comes in with me, and I sigh as I face my best friends.