Molly snatched up the key, grinning as she played along. "So, what's this for?"

"You honestly don't remember, or are you just pretending?"

Molly laughed. "Of course I remember. We promised back then-whoever gets their own place first leaves a key for the other, no matter what." Back then, "home" meant something just for them—not their parents' place, not some future

husband's. It was their own little corner of the world.

Leaving a spare key meant always keeping a spot for each other.

Molly tucked the key away, her heart warm.

They squeezed into the elevator, three strollers packed in every which way, everyone jostling for space.

Henry had already figured out how to unbuckle his seatbelt, so Mia had to get creative. She put on a whole act for her son, pretending to scold—mostly for show.

his seatbelt undone, he stuck out his little butt, and his aunt gave him a dramatic pat-loud

Henry licked his lips, tiptoed over, and lifted his arms. "Mommy, carry me."

out of your stroller again?"

No chance-after hearing how loud Mommy smacked his brother, even

chaos, the three little rascals were surprisingly well- behaved on

almost two by the time they

grandpas, both yawning like they'd just woken up. "There's my little buddy!" One called out. Henry didn't hesitate—he wriggled out of his stroller and

boy, you're back!

contagiously, teased, "Late night, Dad? Looks like you

stretched

girls-now you two outdid us. Didn't even come home

you both blocked them on Facebook. I

on the couch, melting into the

at the same time. "Wait-Naomi, did you say

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