"Taggert, party of twelve," Dean said calmly. He pointed to his sister. "Her married name is Taggert."
Reva began to count. The men, the women, the children, and Dean. "Is someone missing? I count eleven."
Dean pointed to the boys, who were now playing with two-year-old Justin. "Cooper needs to get acquainted with his new family, don't you think?"
He'd thought of Cooper, included her son in his plans long before she'd said yes to his proposal.
"Do they know what a good man you are?" she asked softly.
"Just a man, Reva. Good and bad. I did make a few mistakes. I'll probably make a few more."
"Your heart was always in the right place. I imagine it always will be."
"Come on," Dean said, leading her forward with his arm around her waist. "Let's go meet everyone."
"Now?" Reva dragged her feet. "I should change clothes, put on some makeup, fix my hair…" Dean did not slow down. "What if they don't like me?" she blurted in a hoarse whisper.
"They're going to love you and Cooper, I promise."
"You don't know—"
"I love you. They'll love you. If there's a problem, I know how to win them over."
"How?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Come on," Dean said, taking her hand and leading her toward his family. "I suppose I should tell you now, there's one more reason they're all going to be happy to have you in the family."
"What?"
Dean grinned at her as he led her along. "You're cooking Thanksgiving dinner this year."
She laughed. "Thanksgiving! Planning ahead, aren't you?"
Dean pulled her close. "Yes, I am. Do you mind?"
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