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Jordan

When Marilee looks at me like this—her eyes so wide and innocent, her smile as sweet as one of her cookies—it takes everything in me to not lean in and kiss her.

To not pretend that she is Ryder’s mom.

That she’s my wife.

That we’re a family.

It’s hard not to pretend that we’re about to head to the same house instead of different ones. That together, we get to tuck Ryder into his bed, right before I get to tuck her into mine and hold her all night long, every night for the rest of our lives.

It takes everything I have in these moments to remember that, while Marilee Moffitt is my fantasy—everything I’ve wanted since I was a teenager—I’m not hers.

And I never will be.

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