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Beth stood on the doorstep, when Ethan pulled onto the drive at five thirty. Sean’s position had altered to sitting, thanks to the constant disturbance of Ethan’s drivel, and he scrambled from the truck before Ethan or I could even reach for our handles. Beth had already folded him into her arms by the time our feet touched the ground.
I paused by the pickup, allowing them some space. He needed it—Beth, too, no doubt—so I waited, as they reunited after over ten years apart, and maybe shed a tear or two.
When Beth pulled back, she waved me forward. Her arms flew around me, crushing me to her chest. “You brought him home,” she murmured against my hair.
Sean smiled down at the two of us, until Beth tugged him into the embrace, too. His chuckle tickled the top of my head.
“I’ll warn yo
