“Have a great weekend, Cheryl,” I say to her, and she walks out with her signature wiggling fingers in the air.

I close the computer and make my way back to the apartment. The phone rings right when I turn on the street, and I press accept on the Bluetooth. “Sweetheart.”

“Hey,” I say, the smile filling my face without me even knowing.

“Where are you?” he asks.

“Two minutes from your place,” I say.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon,” he says. “See you soon, sweetheart.”

I pull into the parking spot and then walk to the elevator. I’m about to press the button when I see his car coming into view. I stand here smiling, walking back to his parking space. He gets out, and his eyes fly to mine, the smirk going to a full smile. I look at the back, expecting Dylan to come out, but it’s not Dylan. It’s a man who looks exactly like Justin, and just like that, I feel like I’m going to vomit.

He looks at me and smiles, and then the door opens again from the front seat and another guy gets out, and he’s just as tall as Justin with more muscle. Then I hear Dylan. “Mom, Mom!” He calls my name when he comes out of the car and runs over to me. “Guess what I did?”

I look down at my son radiating with happiness. His eyes are light and bright, his face with a light tan from spending so much time in the pool. “I beat Evan.”

“Did you?” I ask, and he nods his head and looks over his shoulder at Justin. “Tell her.”

“He did,” he says as he comes to me, leaning down and kissing me on the lips. Then he stands next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. “Sweetheart,” he says. “I’d like you to meet my dad, Cooper, and my brother, Matthew.”

I don’t know how to greet them. Should I put my hand out to shake theirs or should I just nod and smile and wave? How does one greet the father of the man she’s fallen in love with? “It’s very nice to meet you,” his father says, coming to me and giving me a hug. “You’ve got yourself an amazing young man,” he says, and I have no words as he steps back and gives Matthew a chance to greet me.

“Great to finally meet you,” Matthew says, coming in and giving me the same greeting as his father.

“Let’s get upstairs,” Justin says and grabs my hand, walking to the elevator.

“Can we go to the pool when everyone gets here?” Dylan asks. I look over at Justin, wondering who the fuck is everyone.

“Sure,” Matthew says, looking down at his phone. “They just loaded up the cars and will be here in ten minutes,” he says, looking up.