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“I’ve already promised Noah the attic bedroom and to be there on Christmas morning to see what Santa brought.” He shrugs. “I’m a man of my word.”

I straighten, trying to hide the way his promise to my son makes me melt. Letting Brayden know he makes me feel all melty inside—letting him know how easily I could want more—is dangerous territory. “Thank you.”

“Go eat some breakfast,” he says