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"How did I get so lucky?"

Amelia was sitting on the beach at Addison's house, she and her sister stretched out on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun. She watched her sexy, tall neuroscientist easily balance on their surfboard, looking more perfect than she could ever imagine.

"You really like them, huh?" Addison asked. It had been several months since they had started seeing one another, and Amelia had finally gotten around to taking Kai on a little vacation to LA to meet her second family.

Amelia turned to Addison, smile on her face, then turned back to watch as Kai smoothly rode on a wave, their toned abdomen and long legs glistening in the sunlight.

"I really do," she responded.

"I guess it doesn't hurt that they're a sexy surfer, either," Addie joked with a chuckle. She leaned closer to her sister, lowering her voice so her son and husband, building a sand castle a few feet away, couldn't hear. "Is the sex good?"

"Do I even want to know why there's a pile of uncooked noodles on the windowsill?" Amelia muttered, walking up behind the couch and wrapping her arms around Kai's neck. "Or is it something better left unsaid."

"Scout got in the car and started asking me about God." They leaned their head back to look up at her. "We had a very, very odd conversation about religion, which ended in the conclusion that God exists in the form of macaroni and cheese, so," they gestured at the window, "we made a shrine to Saint Noodle."

"I think I was better off not knowing that," she shook her head, leaning down and placing a kiss on their forehead.

"I never thought I'd teach a kid how to pray, but here we are." Amelia rounded the couch and sat beside them, leaning against them and laying her head on their shoulder. "We live in a religious household now."

"You two are absolutely ridiculous."

"We do get to decide if we want to play God and answer his prayer. He asked for mac and cheese tomorrow night; he's a very simple man."

"Can we get rid of the noodles and pretend they were a sacrifice?"

"You want me to explain sacrifice to a four-year-old?"