I sighed, debating if I wanted to move, and eyed Avery with an exaggerated frown. “I do, but it better be good considering this child is sucking up all my energy and making it very difficult to get off the couch.”
Logan stood up with ease. I narrowed my eyes at him, a little jealous of his graceful motion. It didn’t help that the guys had one of the softest, squishiest couches known to man.
“Come here, mama.” Logan smiled warmly, scooping me up. I suspected he loved showing off how easily he could carry me, but I wasn’t about to complain.
“Oh.” I couldn’t help but grin, settling into Logan’s arms and accepting the help as much as my pride didn’t love it. I was goingto have to get used to it, though. The baby was only going to get bigger.
“Follow me!” Avery declared brightly, skipping down the hallway.
“Should I be worried?” I stared after our pack mate trotting off with far too much exuberance.
Logan was thoughtful for a second. “Knowing Avery, it could be something really extravagant, or it could be a glitter bomb.”
I laughed lightly, scoffing at the ridiculous notion. “That sucker knows better than to try and glitter-bomb me.”
“Maybe he glitter-bombed Parker again?”
A grin spread across my face, petty glee lighting me up. “Nowthatwould be a delightful surprise.”
“We—”
“Come on, slowpokes!” Avery shouted back at us with mock displeasure in his voice.
“I think he’ll lose his mind if we don’t hurry up.”
I huffed and pointed toward where Avery had flounced off. “Lead the way, handsome!”
Logan set me on my feet when we hit the top of the stairs, keeping my hand in his so we were still touching.
“What’s down here?” I craned my neck to look around. “I’ve never been to this part of the house.”
“A few more bedrooms this way and some storage rooms.”
I really needed to get a full tour of the house so I didn’t get lost. “Is a map of this place too much to ask for?” I muttered.
Logan chuckled. “You get used to it.”
Avery was bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement, standing outside a set of double doors. Next to him stood a very confused-looking Hunter.
“Do you know what he’s up to?” I asked.
He shook his head, shrugging. “Not a clue. He sent me a text saying Ineededto be here, so I came.”
“I wanted you all to witness the fact that I’m the best mateever,” Avery chirped happily.
“That’s some big talk,” I said, crossing my arms.
“See if you think that when you see my surprise. Go on, take a look.” He stepped back, gesturing flamboyantly to the doors.
Considering we both had a history of pranks, I was nervous to open the door. I could only handle so much right now. He noticed my hesitancy and flung the doors open and gently nudged me inside.
Pink.
Holy shit. The room was gigantic, but the most overwhelming feature waspink.
Everythingwas pink.
He’d chosen a ton of shades, from the subtle baby pink of the thick rugs to the powder-rose of the walls. He’d even picked out fluffy lampshades that looked like cotton candy clouds.
