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LUCY OLIVIA
I was pretty certain I’d never see or hear from Vaughn again.
So I nearly fell out of my hospital bed from shock when he appeared in the doorway of my patient room, holding a gift bag down at his side, the morning after Ava Grace was born.
My brother and his wife, Bentley, were with me, my first visitors of the day. Bentley had immediately stolen my child and was sitting with her in the rocking chair, cooing happily, and Beau was hovering around my breakfast tray that had just been delivered. Apparently, Bentley had rushed him from home to drop Braiden off with her parents and get here before he could eat, so he was hungrily eyeing all my food when a tap came on the door.
“Come in,” Beau called over his shoulder as if it were his room, not mine, and he reached for a stal
