Page 148 of In The Game

I love that we can play hockey as a family. Ral’s still got it. I’m starting to think there’s nothing she can’t do.

“Darby’ll be a duster for a few more years before she can get in the game, but we’ll get her off the bench and in skates before you know it.”

Raleigh returns with a bottle and hands it to me.

Her phone dings, and she pulls it out of her pocket.

“Better not be Rob.” Now that she’s managing her own team of creatives, Method is more desperate than ever to get her back. This time she’s taking her full sixteen weeks.

She shakes her head and gives a light smack to my arm. “The girls want to get together for drinks on Wednesday.”

That reminds me, I need to text Sully.

Me: Did you hear about Banksy?

“WAG Wednesdays?”

“Yeah, Birdie and I are always the slackers, life is so busy with Arthur in school and activities, work, and Darby. Thank God I have this hot trophy husband…” she mutters.She's more than earned me.

Sully: Yeah. Fucking wild.

I chuckle as I tuck my phone back in my pocket and hold out the bottle to Arthur. “Do you want to feed her?”

He cocks his head to the side, unsure, but eventually nods.

It doesn’t take long to situate him on the chair. I tuck a pillow under his arm while Ral shows him how to hold the bottle. As soon as she starts to suck, his eyes light up. “She’s doing it! You’re doing it, Darby! Good job!”

Pretty sure we both melted into a pool of joy as he cheered her on during the feeding. They stared at each other the whole time. We stood in awe, watching them observe one another. I wrap my arms around Raleigh from behind and press a kiss to her head, she strokes my arm while we look on.

This is the happily ever after we’ve created. The four of us.

Together.

THE END