Saint

At some point, someone hands me a beer.

Someone else hands Laney a list of wedding venues she definitely did not ask for.

The baby starts fussing.

I pick her up automatically.

And that’s when I realize:

This isn’t just my team anymore.

This is… family.

I look at Laney.

She looks at me.

And in the middle of all the noise and laughter and chaos…

Everything feels settled.

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