Nolan savored his whiskey, adding reflectively, “Do you think there’s someone out there for Vince?”
“I hope so,” Dillon answered but his tone said he shared Nolan’s fears about their brother. “If anyone needs someone to help heal the pain from the past…it’s Vince.”
Nolan nodded. Perhaps it wasn’t in the cards for Vince, but he sincerely hoped so. Now that he had Shannon and Aubrey in his life, he realized what he’d been missing.
He wanted that for Vince, too.
“Little brother, he has to follow his own path,” Dillon said, shrugging. “If I’ve learned anything, if it’s meant to be…it will find a way.”
Simple but sage advice.
“Let’s hope fate is kind to Vince, too,” he said, lifting his glass and Dillon did the same.
“Here’s to hope.”
They both drank and sighed with contentment.
Life was good — and Nolan knew he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
“So fatherhood…” Dillon asked, his nerves showing. “How is it?”
In this Nolan had no trouble beaming from ear to ear, saying, “Brother, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re going to love it.”
Nolan couldn’t wait to add to their brood, but he’d made a deal with Shannon — no more babies until after the wedding.
Anytime after that was fair game.
He smiled at the thought.
Making babies with Shannon…he couldn’t wait.
And this time around, he wasn’t going to miss a single minute.