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“Fine. Steal the cutie.”

“Did somebody say cutie?” Miley came into the room carrying a very animated Dexter.

I got up and went to them. “Did somebody wake up full of beans?”

“He sure did. I’m just about to hand him off to my mom before the ceremony. But I knew you wanted to see him.”

“Of course I want to see him.” I squeezed his pudgy little hand. “You be a good boy for grandma, okay? And we’ll have a dance later.” I kissed his soft baby hair, my heart fluttering.

Miley had been pregnant on her wedding day, but it wasn’t meant to be. She’d miscarried at nine weeks. They had spent the next two years trying and just when they were about to start looking into their options, Dexter came along and surprised everyone.

“Good luck out there,” Miley said. “Not that you need it. This day has been a long time coming.”

Three years to the day in fact.

After Kaiden had proposed we had every intention of having a spring wedding, but life got in the way.

His first season with the Wild had turned into