I was at a luxury Chicago restaurant pitching my small meal company when my billionaire ex-husband Sebastian locked eyes on my five-year-old triplets, went ghost white, and leaned in to whisper that they had his exact eyes, his exact smile, and there was no way they weren’t his.

The wedding was small.

Perfectly small.

Just us.

The kids.

Maria.

Sarah.

Mrs. Henderson from next door and her three cats (they were on leashes. It was adorable.)

And Sebastian's little sister, Charlotte, who had flown in from London the second she heard the news. She had been seventeen when I left. Twenty-two now. And she told me within five minutes of meeting me that she had always known her mother was "a raging lunatic" and that she was "so on our side it's not even funny."

We got married in the backyard.

Under the big oak tree.

Sophie was the flower girl.

She threw dandelions instead of rose petals because "they're prettier and they make wishes come true."

Ethan and Lucas were the ring bearers.

They carried the rings on a pillow made from one of my old aprons.

Sebastian wore a navy suit.

I wore a simple white dress I had bought at a boutique downtown for three hundred dollars.

No designer.

No drama.

Just... us.

When the judge asked who gives this woman away...

All three kids raised their hands and yelled, "WE DO!"

Everyone laughed.

Including me.

And when Sebastian kissed me...

It wasn't like the first time.

All those years ago.

Passionate.

Hungry.

Desperate.

This kiss was different.

Slow.

Sure.

Home.

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The reception was in the backyard too.

Burgers on the grill.

Potato salad.

A cake that said ABOUT TIME in bright blue frosting.

The kids ran around barefoot with sparklers.

Mrs. Henderson taught Charlotte how to make her famous chocolate chip cookies.

Sarah got drunk on rosé and told everyone the story of how Sebastian had called her at three in the morning screaming that his mother was trying to steal his children.

It was messy.

Loud.

Chaotic.

Perfect.

After everyone left...

The four of us—well, five—sat on the porch swing.

The kids were exhausted.

All three asleep on various parts of us.

Sophie's head in my lap.

Ethan curled against Sebastian's side.

Lucas spread across both of our legs.

Sebastian played with my hair.

The ring on my finger glinted in the moonlight.

"Mrs. Carter," he said softly.

"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

I smiled.

"Hannah Carter. Yeah. It does. But you know what I like better?"

"What?"

"Just... Hannah. Your Hannah. The one you fell in love with at the diner. The one who burned toast and couldn't parallel park and cried at every dog commercial. That's the girl you married, right? Not the girl from the tabloids. Not the girl who fought your mother in court. Just... me."

He kissed the top of my head.

"Just you. Always just you. The rest was just... noise. And I would fight a hundred Eleanor Carters and a thousand Olivia Bennetts to get exactly this. Right here. Right now. You and me and our three little monsters. This is everything."

We sat in silence for a long time.

Watching the fireflies.

Listening to the crickets.

Feeling the weight of our sleeping children.

And I thought about everything that had happened.

The restaurant.

The recording.

The courtroom.

The lake house.

Five years of being alone.

Five years of wondering if I would ever be enough.

Five years of fighting for my family.

And I realized something.

None of it had been in vain.

Because every hard thing...

Every tear...

Every night I had gone to bed exhausted and scared...

It had all led to this.

To this house.

To this man.

To these three perfect children who were sleeping so peacefully in our arms.

Eleanor Carter was in prison.

Olivia Bennett was serving probation and working at a coffee shop in Oregon, trying to rebuild her life.

And we...

We were here.

Happy.

Whole.

Together.

Sebastian squeezed my hand.

"Penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Carter."

I looked at him.

At the man who had moved heaven and earth to get back to us.

At the father who had learned to braid hair and make pancakes and fight monsters under the bed.

At the love of my life.

"I was just thinking..." I said.

"That sometimes... the worst things that happen to you... turn out to be the things that make you the strongest. That lead you exactly where you're supposed to be."

I kissed him.

Softly.

So we wouldn't wake the kids.

"And I wouldn't change a single thing. Not the pain. Not the fear. Not even the five years apart. Because it all brought me here. To you. To us. To this perfect, messy, beautiful life."

Sebastian smiled.

That lopsided smile that had started it all.

"Me neither," he said.

"Me neither."

And somewhere in the distance...

A train whistle blew.

And in the backyard...

The dandelions Sophie had thrown earlier were already turning into wishes.