Brooke tipped her head back and yelled, “Garretttttttt!”

A few seconds later, her husband—she was never going to get tired of thinking that—rounded the corner of the house with a ready smile. “What’s up?”

“Mindy’s in labor!”

He turned to Mindy, slid his hands in her hair, and pressed his forehead to hers. “You okay?”

“I’d be better with some more sweet lemon bread,” Mindy managed.

Garrett grinned and brushed a kiss on her cheek. “I’ll make sure you get whatever you need.” He turned to Brooke and tugged her into him so hard she had to throw her arms around his neck to stay upright. His smile was huge, his body humming with an energy she’d never felt from him before. “We’ve made it through our past,” he said softly. “And now our future’s here. You ready, babe?”

Her heart caught and swelled hard against her ribs.

“Always.”