“Of course!”
I gasped, already picturing it. “Oh my god – did you get her all the cute little books and fluffy animals yet?”
“She already collected an entire library and ecosystem for her,” Trevor chuckled.
Natalia passed him, leaned in, and kissed him – gentle, familiar, full of happy promise.
He smiled, hand brushing her stomach like he couldn’t help it.
“Food will be ready in… Half hour. Give or take,” He told her, eyes warm.
“It smells amazing, babe. I can’t wait. Thank you.”
She squeezed his fingers before turning back to us, glowing.
“Are you guys coming?” Kali asked the men.
Zach shook his head. “We’ll get dinner ready. You go. We’ll see it after.”
And just like that – the girls and I were moving, chattering excitedly toward the sleek glass elevator near the hallway.
Upstairs.
Baby room tour.
My heart felt full.
Our little family was growing –literally.
Later that night, after dinner and gifts and laughter softened into warm background noise, I slipped away down the hallway with a plan in mind.
Zach had wandered off earlier to grab another drink but hadn’t returned. I found him in Trevor’s office – sprawling on an armchair, scrolling his phone, pretending he wasn’t half brooding. Typical Zach.
I shut the door behind me.
He looked up. “Frankie?”
I took a breath. “I need to talk to you.”
“Shoot.”
“This is important.”
“Okay.”
I took another deep breath. “Matteo told me.”
“Matteo told you…?”
“Zach. He told me.”
His ran his tongue over his teeth. “He did, huh?”
“He did,” I nodded, stepping closer. “And I need to talk to you.”
He waited – guarded; that expression he and Matteo shared when they didn’t want to feel something.
“I need you to… Try to be nicer to him,” I said. “He’s really trying, Zach. And I don’t think you see how much.”
