Sarah glanced over at Travis. “You don’t miss your penthouse apartment or mind the commute?”
“Not one bit,” Travis answered. “Brock says he doesn’t know how he ran his business without you. Do you regret not coming to the shop to work every day?”
“Love before business.” Sarah winked at Grace.
“Right,” Grace agreed and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Travis’s cheek. “Every single time.”
“Hello, everyone,” Brother Jimmy said as he held the door for Macy. “Beezy says not to start without her. She’s parking her car right now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Grace said. “I see you both wore blue. Is that an omen?”
“I don’t care if we get pink cake or blue,” Brother Jimmy said. “I’ll be happy with either.”
“I didn’t even realize that I’d chosen a blue one”—Macy smoothed the front down over her belly—“but we have decided that if I get pink cake, we will name her Molly Elizabeth after our mothers. His mother’s and grandmother’s middle names are the Elizabeth, so we’ll be hitting all of them,” Macy said.
Beezy hurried into the dining room, out of breath but yelling, “I’m here! I’m here! Let the party begin.”
“Is everyone ready?” Audrey asked.
Macy nodded.
Brother Jimmy slipped his arm around her and kissed her on the forehead.
Raelene picked up a knife and held it above the blue end of the cake.
Audrey did the same with the pink end. Then Raelene stepped back, and Audrey cut a slice of pink cake, put it on a plate, and handed it to Macy. “Welcome to the family, Molly Elizabeth! We can’t wait to see you.”
“I get a baby sister!” Angela squealed.
No one had the heart to tell her that she would really be her cousin.
“And the legacy lives on, even if it doesn’t live through the doughnut shop,” Sarah whispered. “I love that name, and I am a little jealous that I can’t use it.”
“You can always go back a little further in our family tree and use Edith Agnes,” Grace teased.
“No thank you,” Sarah said and tucked her hand into Brock’s. “Let’s go get some of that blue cake, darlin’, and hope it means we’ll get a boy.”
“That would be nice.” Brock took the time to kiss her on the cheek. “I’m not sure either of us can live through another Angela.”
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll have ornery twin girls just to show you that blue cake doesn’t work,” Travis said. “Grace and I sure enjoy our girls, even if they aren’t really twins.”
“We are blessed, every one of us,” Grace said, “and it all started right here in the Devine Doughnut Shop. Like you said, love before business.”
