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Nights at Maggie’s apartment were second nature by now. In fact, Alex spent enough time there that he wasn’t sure of the last time he slept in his own bed, but he didn’t mind. He liked bringing over dinners. He liked helping Maggie put the twins to bed. And he liked, despite her protests and smart-mouthed murmurs, holding her in his arms as she drifted off to sleep.
It was another one of those nights. Alex rolled over onto his side, planting a kiss in the crook of Maggie’s neck. He sighed against her skin, treading carefully with his next words: “Hey, can I ask you somethin’? Without you gettin’ weird and tryin’ to kick me out or somethin’?”










