“Cal wouldn’t lose his mind, Dad. He totally digs me,” Jasper told him.

Luckily, this was true.

“I can guaran-damn-tee you that Cal is in total denial about that whole part of you bein’ with Keira,” Tripp shared. “Even now, you have babies, you might wanna think of declaring them immaculate conceptions.”

“He can be in denial,” Jasper returned logically. “Means it was what it was and now I’m still breathin’ for it bein’ what it’s gonna be.”

“To that end…” Rocky’s voice came from the top of the stairs.

Layne aimed his eyes over his shoulder to see his wife look amongst them in the loft area, which used to be a workout/office space when Layne had lived there with his boys.

Now that his boys were gone and his house was filled with girls, Layne worked out at the gym and the loft was an alternate television area because Cecelia and Annabel could never agree on what they wanted to watch.

So now he and his boys weren’t lazing on workout equipment like they used to.

They were lounging on a massive sectional.

“I think we should probably go so we can get to the church on time,” Rocky finished.

And this meant they were lounging on a massive sectional while wearing tuxes since Jasper was marrying Keira that day.

“Shit,” Tripp muttered, planting a hand in the back of the couch and throwing his body over it, landing on his feet. “I gotta go pick up Giselle. Meet you there.”

He took off but didn’t pass Rocky without stopping and giving her a kiss on her cheek.

Rocky accepted it, and as Tripp bounded down the stairs, she looked to her husband folding out of the couch. Then she looked to his son who was doing the same.

After that, without a word, his wife walked down the stairs, leaving Layne with Jas.

He turned to his boy.

“You screwed me, bud,” he stated.

Jas’s head jerked and he abruptly stopped moving.

“What?” he asked.

“Knew what you wanted. Found what you wanted. Took care of her. Did right by her. Fell in love with her. Took your time to get to this place. You have your shit together. Keira has hers together. Now you’re movin’ on. That means I don’t get to do what fathers are supposed to do. Got no fatherly advice to give. Got no warnings. Got no guidance. Got nothin’.”

Jasper grinned at him.

“Nothin’ but love and pride,” Layne added.

Jasper’s grin faded and his gaze grew intense on his old man.

“You and your brother are the best sons a man could hope for, bud. Love you and so fuckin’ proud of you, it hurts,” Layne finished.

Jasper moved to him. Layne caught his son at the back of his neck and pulled him to his chest.

Jas wrapped his arms around his dad.

He gave Jasper’s neck a squeeze.

Jas pounded him on the back.

They let go.

They cleared their throats.