“You’re going to be our new daddy.” She squealed and wrapped her arms and legs round him.
Mia and Ava hugged his legs, and Lance squatted to scoop them up too.
Gianna was wiping her eyes. “I’ll make breakfast. We’re having mimosas.”
“Make bacon too,” Grandpa said as he opened the bag Sharp had brought. “You brought donuts?”
Sharp grinned. He wasn’t ready for a marathon anytime soon, but he was healing and looking stronger every day. “Sometimes you gotta live a little.”
Morgan helped herself to a donut. “Indeed.”
Lance set the children down. Gianna brought a tray of champagne glasses. She handed the girls three plastic flutes filled with orange juice. She was far too prepared.
“So how long have you all known?” Morgan took a glass from the tray.
Gianna blushed. “Since yesterday.”
“I wanted to ask the girls first.” Lance lifted a glass. “I wanted to make sure they were OK with having me as a stepdad.”
“We are.” Sophie bounced on her toes.
“You were awfully sure of yourself. What if I had said no?” Morgan turned her hand to admire her ring.
Rolling his eyes, Sharp took a glass. “You were never going to say no.”
“You’re right.” Morgan wrapped her arm around Lance’s waist. Two years ago, she’d been devastated. She hadn’t thought happiness would ever be possible for her. But now, anything seemed possible.
Lance tapped his glass against Morgan’s. “To us. To all of us.”
“Yay! We’re gonna be a family.” Sophie rapped her plastic flute too hard against Ava’s. Orange juice splashed to the tile. The dogs rushed in to lick it off the floor. Morgan tripped over Snoozer, and Lance caught her before she hit the floor.
Gianna snatched a dish towel and mopped up the mess.
Pulling Morgan away from the chaos, Lance kissed her.
“You’re sure about this?” She laughed.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” he said.
Neither had Morgan. “Life around here is a whirlwind.”
He kissed her again. “But it will never be dull.”