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I get to be a Malone.

“Yes, Grady. Yes,” I finally say.

He lets out a whoop and lifts me into his arms so he can kiss me senseless.

We sink into the kiss and right as our bodies react with want and need, Gwen starts to cry.

Grady rests his forehead against mine and starts to laugh.

“You did say you wanted the crying and fussing,” I murmur against his lips.

“That I did.” He sighs.

But we take a moment longer to breathe each other in.

In a messy kitchen.

With a crying toddler.

And with our hearts as one.

We let our scars fall in love.

We let our hearts heal each other’s.

And now we have the rest of our lives to live.

No matter the cost.

THE END