“Thanks for coming here, even though we do see each other almost every day. Nanny Lucy would be so glad to see us keeping up the tradition of meeting like this. I want us to remember her, so I decided to make a donation in her memory to a bipolar research facility each year on the anniversary of when we came back to Blossom,” he said.

“Great minds.” April smiled. “Kent and I were just talking about doing something like this for his firm to support a few days ago.”

“Tell me more,” Nessa said.

Flynn spoke up before April could and told her the name of the organization he’d chosen and then said, “It’s a nonprofit organization supporting research on the causes of, and treatments for, schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. It’s been around since 1989, and from everything I could read, it’s legit.”

“That’s the one Kent chose, too,” April said. “He did a lot of research on several charities that support Nanny Lucy’s illness, and this is the one that looked best to him.”

“I’m in,” Nessa said. “Jackson and I were just talking about what charity we should support this year. This may be our choice forever.”

“Mine, too,” Flynn said. “And thanks for agreeing with me. We just need to do something to help folks who have the same difficulties she had. Now let’s talk about the honeymoon, April.”

“It was absolutely wonderful, but it wasn’t a honeymoon as much as it was a vacation, because we took Callie with us,” April said. “I just couldn’t leave her with either of you guys, as much as she’d love to stay.”

“She’s so full of life that she brings sunshine when she just walks into a room,” Nessa said. “Someday I hope Jackson and I have one just like her.”

“Your biological clock is ticking,” April teased. “And you do have a hope chest to keep all the baby things in until your daughter gets here.”

“Hey, if my clock is ticking, so are both of yours,” Nessa shot back at her. “We’re all three pretty much the same age.”

“Guys don’t have biological clocks, and I need a little more time to get my ducks in a row before I get into a relationship,” Flynn said.

“Who would have thought that a year would make this much difference in our lives?” April said. “Or that Nessa and I would be married at the end of the year? I really thought you would bring a plus-one to my wedding, Flynn.”

“I was my own plus-one.” Flynn grinned. “I’ve learned to be a patient man. My time will come, and I don’t intend to rush things. When I do tie the knot, I hope the woman of my dreams wants to go to the courthouse, like Nessa and Jackson did.”