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“I’m going to grab us some food and drinks,” I say, standing up. “I’ll help you,” Olivia says, jumping up quickly. As soon as we’re in the kitchen she asks, “Where’s Callan?” “He left to give us some privacy. I think he’s playing video games with Jonah, actually.” “That’s good.” She leans on the counter and blows out a breath. “Do you think it’s going okay?” “Definitely.” I wrap my arms around her and bring her in close, touched that she’s worried about impressing my mom. “You’re doing great.” Griffin suddenly crawls into the kitchen wielding his new drum, and we break apart with a laugh. I start plating some easy appetizers, which I prepared earlier, but Griffin keeps tugging on my leg. I pick him up and pinch his cute chubby cheeks, but then hand him to Liv. “Here, can you take him?
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