“You’re okay with that?”

He nodded. “Of course.” He moved, bringing his free hand to my face and tracing his thumb down the side of my cheek, sending sensations trailing it. Good sensations. Loving sensations. He cupped the side of my face, his thumb moving over my other cheek in a warm caress. “I’ve gone through my shit. When you and Nova came into my life, I was restless. I needed a purpose, or I was looking for more of a purpose. Logan’s got Taylor, Mason has his family, and Matteo is good with his career. My sister’s happy. Things were good, but I wasn’t complete. Not totally.” His eyes pierced mine. “Then you and Nova came, and you guys complete me.”

My heart was skipping all over my chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, his eyes warming and moving over my face. His thumb went to my mouth, running over my lips in a tender motion. “I love you so much. It’s hard to remember what life was like before you. I was a different person then. I am a different man now, and I personally really like who I am now. That’s because of you and Nova.”

Oh. Gah.

I was melting all over, and my throat was trembling. “I love you, too.”

He nodded, a cocky grin coming over him now. “I know.”

I laughed.

He sobered. “The reason I said that is because this is your time to heal, and you’re just starting. Valerie gave me you. I don’t know the reason she didn’t tell me about Nova. I think we can only speculate, but a part of me feels that everything happened how it was supposed to happen. I’ve always felt that she wanted me to come in and love you how I do, that maybe she knew you were mine from the start. But we’ll never know.”

A tingling sensation went over my body, filling me up, spreading through all of my limbs. It was love, but something else, something deep and connecting. I laid my head down on his chest, just enjoying the feeling.

“She liked lilacs.”

He stilled underneath me.

I added, “She liked the smell of them, and they were her favorite flowers.”

Both his arms moved around me, holding me tightly against him. “Then we’ll make sure to keep them around the house.”

I nodded. “I love you, Nathaniel.”

He swept some of my hair aside on my forehead before lifting his head and pressing a kiss there. “I love you, too.”

Nova’s third birthday party was attended by everyone!

Literally, everyone.

Ricci. Emily. Matthew even.

Nate’s parents. My parents, who were now Stephanie and Guy. Calihan. Graham and Britney. All of Nate’s friends. Mason, Samantha, and their children. Logan, Taylor, and their two dogs now. Matteo and Grace. Heather and Channing, and their children. Aspen and Blaise, who made a call and there was a whole group of people who came with them. One looked remarkably like Blaise, and the others knew Heather and Channing very well. A guy followed Mason around the house. It was funny at times and uncomfortable at other times. I wasn’t sure who everyone was in that group, but Nova seemed taken with Blaise. Taylor and Mason were still her favorites among everyone, but Aspen’s husband was competing for the top spot. The ruling was still out—well, except for Grandma Stephanie and Grandpa Guy. They had the top spot over everyone.

There were balloons. Giraffes (blow-up giraffes). Flamingo lawn decorations all over. Our entire backyard was transformed into a petting zoo. There was a snow-cone cart. A chocolate chip cookie baking area. Cotton candy. A whole section for goats, sheep, kittens, ponies, and puppies to be petted. Some sheep, too, and a cow.

Nova loved the cow the most.

We had lilacs everywhere, though that was common for our house. When our lilacs started to die, I bought fresh ones to replace them. There wasn’t a day in the past year when we didn’t have lilacs, and I swore to keep with that tradition, no matter the expense. Nova knew what they signified, and she often pointed at them, saying, “My other mama.” She’d smile at them, blink her eyes, and then take off running for the next task for her to tackle whether that was pretend or just greeting someone. Whatever it was, she tackled it with a zest for life.

We were nearing the end of the afternoon when a microphone was brought out.

Nate grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to our patio. He stepped up, keeping me with him, and Logan brought over the mic. He winked at me. “Nice knowing you.”

“What?” I stiffened as he bypassed me, finding Taylor and throwing his arm around her shoulders.

Nate growled. “Ignore him. Goddamn thinks he’s so funny.”

I relaxed, recognizing the undertones Nate had for Logan. This one was an annoying fondness mixed with laughter. Decoded, it meant he was annoyed by Logan but thought it was funny at the same time.