“You’re at the wrong house,” Jason said from behind me.

I looked back through the gate. No. This was the house. The same one we’d rented for the last three years.

I turned around, confused. Kristen was beaming at me. I looked over her shoulder at Jason and Josh, watching me from the curb. They stood next to each other and grinned like conspirators.

“What’s going on?” I asked, looking back and forth between them.

Kristen looked giddy. “You moved.”

“What?”

She smiled. “So did we.”

“You moved? When? Where?”

The three of them looked at each other like they were trying to decide who should answer me. Jason volunteered. He stepped up and took my cheeks in his hands and kissed me. “To Ely.”

I gasped and whirled on Kristen. “What?”

Jason grinned. “We bought houses next to each other. A hundred acres combined. Private. Safe. A room with a lake view for you to paint and a recording studio for me.”

“We needed the bigger place,” Josh said, putting an arm around his smiling wife.

Kristen looked at her husband and he grinned at her. “Josh quit the fire department. He got a job with the Forest Service in Minnesota. And…” She paused. “Our surrogate’s pregnant.”

“What?” I breathed.

“She’s due in three months,” she said, beaming.

I put my hands over my mouth. “We get to have babies together?”

She nodded, her eyes tearing up. “I’ll be able to snowshoe to your house in a blizzard to borrow a cup of frozen milk.”

I laughed, taking turns hugging them all through tears. I ended with my husband and put my face into his chest. He put his lips to my ear, his arms wrapped around my back. “Trying to keep all my promises.”

All I could do was nod. The baby kicked between us, and I felt so much happiness my heart threatened to burst.

When I pulled away, he kissed me, his eyes a little misty. “Come on, we have a plane waiting. It’s time to go home.”