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Adam's palm touches my lower back, gliding up my spine, his thumb moving over the nape of my neck. "You know what I was thinking?"
"What?"
"We have five bedrooms, and only two of them are being used."
My chest rises and falls quickly. "Yeah?”
He looks at Lily, and when she grins at us, he grins too. "Yeah."

"Can I give you something to help you feel better?"
"I'd like that."
Two tiny, gentle hands cup my cheeks, and I close my eyes as Lily presses featherlight kisses across my nose. "There," she whispers. "Butterfly kisses." She turns to leave but pauses, smiling back at me over her shoulder.

Jaxon's chest heaves as Marchanbo slumps to the ice at his feet.
"Don't touch my fucking goalie." He tosses my mask at my chest.
"Here. Your face is too pretty for black eyes."

Something shutters in her eyes, a hesitancy that tames my hunger for a moment.
I rest my forehead against hers. "What are you afraid of, Rosie?"
"Losing you"" she whispers. "Connor's is the only love I've ever got to keep."
"You can keep mine. It belongs to you."
"Promise?"
"Swear it."

“Because I feel you everywhere, Adam, even when you're not here.”

I pull back, just an inch, Rosies trembling fingers on my face, mine buried in her hair.
"Hey, trouble, I murmur, and she grins.
"Hey, you."

"Dada!" Connor shouts when he sees me. He dashes over to me on unsteady legs, and I catch him in one arm, hoisting him up to me.
"Hey, little trouble."
He points at Rosie. "Big tubble."
"Adam," she whispers when I stop in front of her. "I-" I swallow her words, all of them. Whatever the fuck they were, I swallow them with my mouth on hers.

"Spin for me." The words are a quiet plea, and my heart slams against my chest when Rosie grins, lifting Connor in her arms and spinning in a slow circle, showing me my last name on her back.
Fucking perfection.

He slaps at the glass as I stop there. "Dada! Hi, Dada!" I chuckle, placing my gloved hand against the glass, on the other side of his. "Hi, buddy. I'm so happy you're here."
"Hockey!" He points at my stick. "Dada... pay... hockey?"
Rosie's so fucking breathtaking, sitting there in my jersey, I can barely hear Cara losing her shit over the fact that Connor's calling me Dada.

Connor wipes the tears from his face, sniffling. "Dada, Bear?" Rosie smiles softly, pushing his hair off his damp forehead.
"Trust me?" I ask her quietly.
She watches me for a moment, then nods. "I trust you, Adam."
"Fuck yeah, you do."
"Fuck yeah," Connor repeats quietly, and my smile falls.
"Oh shit. No. Oh fuck. Shit." I look to Rosie. "Rosie'"