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“Just as true now as it was then.”

Before I could melt into a puddle of hormonal goo, the door cracked open again. This time, our three-year-old barreled in like a pint-sized freight train.

“Mommy!” Kylan yelled, launching onto the bed.

Kane caught him mid-flight with his free arm and warned, “Easy, little man. Mommy’s tired, and your sister’s sleeping.”

Our son’s wide eyes landed on the baby.

“So tiny,” he whispered.

Kane adjusted his grip and crouched down so Kylan could get a better look. “She’s brand new. You were this small once too.”

Our boy wrinkled his nose. “No way.”

“Way,” I said with a smile, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “You even had the same nose.”

“She looks like you,” Kane murmured.

“Of course.” I smirked. “All the best people do.”

Kylan pointed at his chest. “Me the best.”

“You are,” Kane agreed. “But now you gotta protect your mommy and sister. They’re ours to keep safe.”

The little guy puffed up like we’d handed him a badge. “I will.”

“You better,” came a familiar grumble from the doorway.

Devon stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed and face set in its usual unimpressed lines. “Still can’t believe my baby sister ended up with the MC president who was hunting me down.”

I grinned. “Worked out, didn’t it? You’re not dead. I’m not single. And now you’re officially Uncle Grump.”

“I’m not that grumpy,” he muttered, walking over to the bed.

Our son tackled his legs anyway. “Unca Grump!”

“Traitor,” Devon said dryly, scooping him up. But he softened the moment he looked at the baby. “Damn. She’s really something, Sav.”

“She’s perfect,” I said softly.

He nodded, emotion flickering through his expression. “Yeah. She is.”

Kane looked over at me then, and the moment stretched, full of everything we didn’t need to say aloud. Love. Loyalty. Forever.

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