JASON'S POV
I wasn't sure if it was the right time to ask.
Ella was curled against me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her hand resting where the baby had kicked earlier. Everything in the moment felt soft—warm, domestic, almost too perfect to mess with.
But I had to ask.
Max and Dylan had been meaning to visit for weeks now. Always texting me, always asking how she was doing, how the baby was, if I thought she'd ever speak to them again.
The truth? They were terrified.
And yeah, I got it.
They were part of the stupid bet. The one that nearly cost me everything.
But they'd also been my brothers long before I made that mistake. They'd supported me during the worst days—when Ella wasn't speaking to me, when I thought the divorce papers were inevitable, when I felt like I'd destroyed the only good thing in my life.
They were idiots. Just like me.
But they were sorry. Truly.
And I wanted them to be part of this—us.
