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Wilson and Atlee’s house. One year later.
“It’s amazing how you never get any better,” Davis said around a mouthful of brownie.
River tossed his cards on the felt and flipped Davis off.
“Are you gonna share?” River grumbled, pointing at the chocolate squares Mrs. S had made.
“Make you a bet.” Davis smiled. “You win this next hand and you can have the last three.”
Davis’s brownies were safe. In all the years we’d been playing poker River rarely won a hand.
Reese chuckled from his side of the table as he stacked the chips he’d just won.
“Laugh it up, asshole,” River quipped. “I see you’ve been spending too much time in your wife’s bakery.”
Reese patted a nonexistent gut and smiled.
“She’s still got the best buns around.”
“I heard that,” Sadie called from the couch where she was feeding their newborn daughter Jolee. “That pick-up line was cheesy back then and it’s no better today.”
“Says the woman holding my baby,” he muttered.
“I married you because you’re hot, Reese. Not for your charm.”
I glanced around taking in the crush of people filling the huge living room. After months of searching, Atlee had found this house and fell in love with it. It hadn’t been my favorite until I watched her face light up as we did a walkthrough. It was a house meant for entertaining, something Atlee loved to do. We frequently had everyone over for no reason other than Atlee loved having family around. The house was big with an in-law suite. We’d offered it to Mrs. S but she’d refused. She liked her apartment. Atlee was disappointed but understood her grandmother enjoyed her independence and there would come a time when that was no longer an option. So for now, Mrs. S visited—a lot. Atlee had her grandmother whenever she wanted her and Mrs. S got what she needed.
“Oh, how times have changed,” Cole said as he shuffled the cards. “It’s like a maternity ward in here.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Mine’s the only one not knocked up or who hasn’t,” Rhode rightly put in.
“That’s what you think,” Letty said as she stopped behind her husband’s chair.
Rhode’s gaze sliced to his wife sitting next to a very pregnant Mia.
“Something you forgot to tell me, sugar?” he asked.
“Damn, Letty, you have a big mouth,” she griped.
A baby’s sharp cry filled the room.
“That’s mine,” Jane said, standing.
“How do women do that? It could’ve been Dax,” Cole asked, referring to Asher and Sloane’s son.
That was a damn good question, one I needed to know the answer to.
“It’s a gift,” Sadie said unhelpfully.
Remington came into the living holding a squirming Maverick.
“He shat himself,” Remy announced.
“Boy,” Rhode immediately chastised.
Though it was done through a laugh.
