It was already ten at night, and Rowan was torn. It would be a wise idea to head back to the apartment – it was already too late for him to be out alone in the dark – but he dreaded the idea of going back into that place, facing all of the drama that he had had a feeling was soon going to start bubbling up to the surface.

As it was, regardless of all of that, he knew that he still needed to talk to Ava – get things with her settled back down. The truth was that Rowan was beginning to suspect that he needed Ava's companionship as much as if not more than he needed anything else that this trip had brought him.

While Ella fed his fervor to find Rhine and Jenna, Ava kept him grounded in the mean time. Cambria took care of the small things behind the scenes that were made necessary to live, and Lei made sure that he had one reason or another to smile at least once a day.

This was the way that it had been since the day that Zoe had given birth to Frankie, and that's the way that it continued to be.

After a month and a half of living in Miami, Rowan was finding it hard to keep his concentration on finding Rhine and Jenna when his own wives were so much closer – so much more a part of his reality. He had grown out of his original nerves for the most part and had learned how to handle them individually and juggle them as a group.

It hadn't taken long for his marriage to each girl to become a real one, and Rowan hardly ever thought to loathe the fact anymore. He had come to appreciate and enjoy the way that they had learned to function as one family even considering the four separate marriages within that family. Within a week of arriving in Miami, Cambria and Lei had seen the necessity in gaining a steady income, and both girls had abandoned the search for Rhine and Jenna in favor of taking up jobs as servers with a company that catered to the great number of wealthy people on the outskirts of the city. Rowan, Ella, and Ava continued their search though, since none of them were entirely willing to give up on finding their respective sisters, no matter how easy the option sometimes seemed – especially as time wore on.

So life settled into a routine, and Rowan found himself becoming some version of content with this new life that was so unlike any he could've ever imagined for himself.

And then all four girls – one by one – gave him news that rocked his world.

Ava was the first to do it – the first to break him into the idea – on the night of April nineteenth.

"Good night," Ella told him cheerfully on that night, giving Rowan a peck on the lips as she handed him their adopted son before going into her bedroom.

"Good night," Rowan called after her before giving Cambria a quick kiss on the forehead before she went into her own room. "And good night to you, too, sweetheart."

Lei giggled as she and Rowan both caught Cambria repress a smile as she rolled her eyes at the term of endearment that she claimed to despise. Rowan smiled down at his youngest wife as if Cambria's smile was a juicy secret to be shared just between the two of him. This thirteen year old girl with the almond-shaped eyes was the only one that Rowan still felt even remotely guilty for having made his wife in any and all fashions of the word, but her innocent love for him was given so without reserve that he couldn't help but return the feelings, despite his last remaining misgivings.

"Good night, love," he murmured with a smile, leaning down to kiss her before watching her disappear into her own room.

Once all four bedroom doors were closed, Rowan turned to look at Frankie in his arms, grinning at the baby as he cracked open Ava's bedroom door, knocking as he did so.

"Come on in," Ava said softly. "I've told you that you don't have to knock."

Rowan shrugged as he entered. Although he had by far lost most of his reserve around these four your women, he didn't think that he would ever lose his appreciation for personal space, and he preferred to afford his wives the same thing.

A few minutes later, Rowan was sprawled across his side of Ava's bed with her beside him, both of them watching Frankie as he nursed.

"What do you think?" Ava asked suddenly, her voice managing not to disturb the sleepy, contented silence that wrapped comfortably around them as she ran a hand over Frankie's fine blonde hair – Zoe's hair.

"Of what?" Rowan asked, lacing his hands behind his head.

"I don't know?" Ava shrugged. "… being a father?"

Rowan smiled, running a finger across the baby's ankle as he answered, "Frankie's great. I like having a kid a lot more than I thought I would." His smile slid as he noticed his wife bite her lip while keeping her eyes fastened on Frankie. "Ava?" he asked.

"How do you feel about having another one?" she asked softly.

Rowan blinked once, twice, three times, letting what she had just implied sink in. He opened his mouth once, finding his voice on the second try as his heartbeat hit the roof.

"You're pregnant?"

Ava nodded, looking at him nervously.

"As in having a baby? Carrying my child right now?"

She nodded again and promptly burst into tears.

"What's wrong, honey?" Rowan asked, concern rapidly mounting.

"You're upset and I'm scared to death!" Ava choked.

"I am not upset, Ava," Rowan soothed quickly, taking Frankie from her when the baby began to fuss. "I'm happy – thrilled even! Frankie deserves to have a brother or sister."

"You're sure?" Ava asked, eyeing him carefully.

Rowan nodded, and despite the panic that he felt, he knew that he really was thrilled. She still wouldn't stop crying, though, not completely, so he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm scared… what if something goes wrong with this baby like it did my others?"

"Nothing will go wrong," Rowan promised, pulling her close.

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