Shayne steps out of the kitchen. “I hear a car. I think they might be here.”
He looks so good in the basic white shirt and black pants combo. I know all men look good in suits and formal wear, but it’s also just Shayne’s kind of style.
“That dress is amazing,” he murmurs, taking my hand in his and kissing it before moving past me.
“You can thank Harper for picking it.”
“Did I hear my name?” Harper calls out on his way down the stairs.
“They’re here,” Shayne calls from the window by the door.
He opens the door, and Harper steps into the living room wearing a silver shirt that matches my dress, with his black pants and jacket. Jay comes back from the kitchen, and I notice he’s looking good in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He’s not really the type for formal wear, probably because it doesn’t fit well over those thick arm muscles, but he found one that suits his body type somewhere.
My mom steps into the house, wearing flats and a burgundy dress, her blonde hair pinned back in a style I know Katie can do so well. Everyone I love had a hand in getting this surprise prepared for tonight.
She smiles at me. “Robin, what is all this?”
“We have a surprise for you.”
She comes toward me and looks at my hand. “Hm. No ring?”
Harper laughs. “I told you that’s what she would think.”
“And I told you guys, we’re already family. We don’t have to get married to be Pack Falcone.”
The marks on my throat are symbol enough that I’m never leaving these guys.
“Yeah, but you’d look good in a wedding dress,” Harper goes on.
“Enough,” I tell him, giving him a look. “Tonight isn’t about me.”
“Then, what is it about?” my mom asks.
“It’s about this.” I gesture around me.
She looks at the furniture and the food.
Falcon comes in from outside with Luna in his arms.
He probably let her play with the windchimes.
She’s always making everyone stop so she can touch things.
I smile at him. He looks so good in dad-mode. They all do.
“Stop letting the cold air in,” Jay tells him, heading over to shut the door.
“It’s not that cold,” Falcon protests. “Anyway, Luna wanted to look at the moon. It’s a full moon tonight. She was fascinated. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Moon,” she babbles, waving her hand at me.
“It’s kind of like she knows it’s her name,” I tell him.
“It’s exactly that,” Jay says, coming back to put an arm around me.
“So, are we breaking the good news, or are we keeping your poor mother in suspense?” Falcon asks.
“Oh, please do break the news,” my mom says. “I’m starting to wonder if you’ve found out you’re having twins.”
