Sarah’s eyes filled with tears.

Everyone was here. In her house. Together.

And there was Luke, taking care of and loving on the kids.

He sensed her staring and looked across the room, his eyes bright with joy.

The tears spilled from her own eyes and she brushed them from her cheek.

“Who you?” Jamie asked Luke.

Nick hung over Luke’s shoulder and said, “He’s my dad.”

Luke’s eyes went wide and met Sarah’s again. She pressed her hand to her heart and gave him a nod to let him know, yes, he was Nick and Jack’s dad.

Luke looked a little overwhelmed, but he smiled and wrapped his arm around Nick.

Abby came over and handed her a glass of wine. “You look like you need this.”

“This . . . It’s what I always wanted.”

Abby bumped shoulders with her. “It took a lot of . . . I don’t know what. Heart, to invite Trish to stay. I hate what she did to you.”

“Me, too.”

“But I get that you want to move on and make this work for the kids. And you and Luke, you’re perfect together. And he’s way better and hotter than Brett, so you totally win there.”

Sarah laughed under her breath. “You don’t even know Brett.”

“I’m sure he’s great. Still. Luke. Hot. Rich. Thoughtful. Romantic. Totally going to be a great husband and dad.”

“Absolutely.”

“He gets you, Sarah. He knows he can buy you anything you want to make you happy, but this, your family all together, that’s all you’ve ever wanted. Still, the ring better be spectacular.”

Sarah hugged Abby. “I love you.” She wanted Abby to know that.

Abby squeezed her back. “I love my job because of you. You make me feel like it’s us, even when it’s mostly you. You always treat me like I’m your friend.”

Sarah leaned back and held Abby’s gaze. “My best friend,” she corrected.

“Which is why I love you right back.” Abby held up her wineglass.

Sarah clinked hers to Abby’s, though she didn’t take a sip because she had a feeling she shouldn’t right now.

Bridget joined them. “Sarah, can I have a word?”

Abby gave her a smile, then walked back over to join Michelle and Trish.

“How are you, Bridget?”

“Fine. Better if you say yes.”

Sarah cocked an eyebrow. “To what?”

“A job.”

That surprised her. “Really? You want to work for me?”

“I was talking to Michelle. She told me about what she’s doing for you, working from home, setting her own hours. You know I’m an artist. While I love what I do, it’s never paid the bills. I thought maybe, if you were willing, I could draw the characters for your children’s line. For like . . . on the packaging and stuff. Or I’d love to learn how to do the video games. Maybe you’d have someone train me. That would be something I could do on the computer from home, right? Then I could take care of my daughter and be there for her before and after school but still have something that’s mine. I’d make my own money and not have to rely on alimony or my mom to bail me out.” She looked at Sarah with such earnest eyes. “I could be more like you.”