“When my family comes, my brother is going to babysit him for a whole weekend,” I say, and she stops laughing.

“When is your family coming?” she asks me, and I see the nerves set in.

“You’ll get to meet them next weekend,” I say, and the horror sets in.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she starts to say, but I don’t let her continue.

“Well, I told them about you, so if you don’t, my mom will think you don’t like her.” I totally play the low card, but I have no choice.

She stands there with her mouth open, and then closes it, and then opens it again. “But …”

“Then my sisters will want to know where you are, and I’ll have to say you don’t want to meet them.” I walk over to the freezer and take out the ice cream.

“You wouldn’t do that,” she whispers.

“Dylan, come get ice cream!” I shout for him and get the ice cream cones.

“I chose the ice cream,” Dylan says. “I want a big scoop.”

We get the ice cream, and she glares at me as I give her a cone. We walk to the fort, and I press play, and I about groan when I see that it’s Frozen. “Why?” I ask him.

“I wanted to know why you don’t like this,” Dylan says, hiding his laughter while he licks the ice cream. We start watching, and twenty minutes in, Dylan is all into it, and I lean over and pull Caroline to me.

“Will you lay with me?” I ask, and she leans down and kisses my lips, her lips all sweet.

“Yes,” she says softly. I wrap my arms around her, and she lays on my chest. With her head on my chest, her hand on my chest, her in my arms, and Dylan beside me, I know this is where I was always meant to be. I don’t even give a shit that he’s playing the movie I hate most in the world or that he laughs when I groan.

After Frozen, he puts on Tangled, and I swear he’s doing it to punish me for kissing his mother. I turn to the side, and Caroline drapes her arm over my stomach and looks up at me. “This has to be the best night I’ve had since I gave birth to Dylan,” she says softly. “Thank you for giving us this.”

“For you two,” I say. “Anything.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Caroline

“Sweetheart,” Justin whispers from beside me, and I open my eyes. He’s got me wrapped in his arms since we laid down. I was going in and out of sleep, trying to keep my eyes open. “Do you want me to carry you to bed, or are you okay with sleeping here?”

“What time is it?” I ask, looking up at him.