“Yeah, don’t worry, Winter. We’re gonna free you from that husband and bury him in the back field. It’ll be like that Dixie Chicks song. Rob is the new Earl.”

I might be a doctor, but Summer has always been a healer.

She’s happy now, engaged to a man whose hair is far too long but who loves her in a way that I’ll never experience.

“Careful, that one’s got claws,” Cade offers right as Willa shoves a pointy elbow into his ribs. I grin. “That’s okay. I like having my back scratched.”

Peter has already curled himself onto the pristine white bed sheets, approving of the extravagant room.

Leave it to me to attract the one man in the world who seems to be unoffendable. The one man in the world who won’t leave me alone when I feel ready to join Wonder Woman on her women-only island.

It makes me realize what I’ve missed out on all these years. It makes me realize all the things I don’t have. The things I never will. For the rest of the night, I observe. I pull back a bit, feeling like an outsider. Everyone is so content. And I’m so . . . not.

Before I know it, the justice of the peace announces they can kiss and everyone in attendance cheers. When I hear a loud whistle, I turn and see Kip, Winter and Summer’s dad. I should find it endearing he’s here fervently supporting his daughter, but I saw the pain that flashed over Winter’s face when he walked Summer down the aisle to us.

Her eyes widen, and I reach for Vivi. I need a hug after the last few hours and something about a squishy baby just hits different.