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“Marry me,” I push.
A soft smile toys at the edge of her lips. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, I’ll marry you.”
I laugh and thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her against me. “Thank fuck.”
Then, I kiss the shit out of her.
Because the curveballs life throws our way don’t matter. The dreams we both want are worth fighting for. And we’re in this for the long haul. We’re in this together.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her swollen lips.
“For what?”
“For letting me love you.”
And fuck, it’s the truth.
COLT AND ASHLYN’S FAMILY TREE
THEO AND BLAKELY’S FAMILY TREE
MACKLIN AND KATE’S FAMILY TREE
HENRY AND MIA’S FAMILY TREE
EPILOGUE
JAXON
Ten years later
“Oh, come on!” the twins yell as Griffin, my little brother, slaps the puck into the top corner of the net. Ophelia’s glove barely misses it by an inch. It’s a cheap shot. Ophelia’s so short, she would’ve had to jump to catch it, but my little brother isn’t afraid of playing dirty to get what he wants. It doesn’t help that Ophelia’s a couple of years younger than Griffin, Everett, Archer, and Maverick, either. But despite missing the catch, she still knows how to hold her own. I give it a week, and she’ll figure out how to block the shot the next time Griff tries to pull something like it again.
“Yes!” Everett, Uncle Mack and Aunt Kate’s oldest kid, cheers as he skates toward his best friend and gives Griffin a high five.
Archer and Maverick shake their heads, calling the play a cheap shot as their goalie, Ophelia, flips them off.
“Watch it, Lia!” Aunt Blakely warns from the sidelines, rocking Aunt Mia’s youngest daughter, Rory, on her hip.
Ophelia’s shoulders fall.
“Yeah, watch it, Opie,” Arch and Mav tease as they skate toward her.
“My name isn’t Opie,” she growls. Her dark eyes follow their movements as they skate around her, taunting her. “It’s Ophelia,” she clarifies. “Or Lia. But it isn’tOpie.” Her gloves skitter across the ice as she chucks them at the twins like she’s ready to brawl, and her eyes never leave them as they circle her like a couple of sharks.
“Come on, Jax,” Archer calls to me, not stopping the stare-down between him and Ophelia. “Put Opie on your team. We want Griff.”
Yeah, like I’m gonna give them my best teammate.
“No deal.” I cross my arms. “We already decided on the teams. Griff, me, Everett, and Tatum against you, Mav, Dylan, and Lia. We’re not gonna trade just ‘cause you’re losing.”
“How come we get the babies?” Maverick argues.
“I’m not a baby!” Ophelia launches herself at Mav and takes him to the ice as Aunt Blake yells at Uncle Theo to break them apart. Shaking his head, Uncle Theo skates toward them, grabbing the back of Maverick’s and Archer’s jerseys, separating the fight. He hauls them up and drags them to the penalty box, tossing them inside while Ophelia wipes beneath her nose with the back of her hand as she watches them go. Her long pigtails are slightly skewed beneath her helmet, and she glares at the twins like she’s wishing laser beams could shoot from her eyes and hit them right where they’re sitting.