It’d taken him longer to warm up to Bear and me, but when he was eight, he’d become a Thompson and looked up at us and asked in that quiet voice of his if he could call us Daddy and Papa like Lily and Noah did.

“Yes,” Bear had told him, voice cracking. “We’d like that very much.”

Once we decided we wanted to keep him as our own (Dom saying that he knew from the start we’d never let Caleb go once we saw him), we realized we wouldn’t have enough room for three growing kids, especially if they didn’t share a bedroom.

So we sold the Green Monstrosity and moved to a house a few streets over that had more room for all of us.

It was… harder than we thought it would be. Leaving that house. The family that had bought it from us seemed to love it as much as we had (“Look at that color! It’s like getting punched in the face with rotten limes!”), but turning over the keys to someone else felt like the end of a life I never expected to have.

Bear had made fun of me for being overly sentimental.

I got my revenge by telling him that the Green Monstrosity was the place where I figured out I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

He’d gaped at me.

Then promptly burst into tears, calling me an asshole who didn’t play fair.

The new house was a normal house, red brick on the outside and plain white walls on the inside. We’d made it our own, of course, settling in and filling its corners with the bits and pieces of our lives. Lily and Noah had immediately claimed their rooms the day we’d gotten the keys. Caleb had moved a little more slowly, walking around, trailing his hands along the walls. We’d followed him around, waiting for the verdict. Finally he’d looked up at both of us and smiled, saying, “It’s very nice. Thank you.”

We knew then that everything was going to be okay.

It was a long road, but now he was healthy and whole, and even though we’d never seriously planned on having any more after Lily and Noah, he made me feel more complete than I’d ever felt before.

He belonged. Like he was made for us.

“Everyone loves Papa,” Bear says gleefully. “Because I’m the most lovable—”

“Neurotic,” Lily coughs.

“—lovable person in the room,” Bear finishes with a glare. “Now. I have to go so I can make it on time to yell at JJ because apparently my daughter is stupid enough to think we wouldn’t hear back about what she asked him for.”

Lily pales. “That rat bastard.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Caleb says, ever the little purist. “It’s not nice.”

But while I’m interested in Lily’s reaction, my gaze drifts over to Noah, who has started to fidget even more than usual.