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Then Ilya reached over and gently tapped Logan’s nose. “You never told us what you wished for.” Logan’s eyes widened immediately. “Oh.” Shane smiled softly. “You know, when you blew out your candles?” For a moment Logan looked suspicious, like perhaps wishes were classified information. Then he leaned closer dramatically. “I wished for Isla.” Silence. Shane blinked. “…Who’s Isla, baby?” Logan looked at him like this should’ve been obvious. “My baby.” Or Shane and Ilya give Logan the sibling he wished for on his third birthday.