“Yes,” Emmeline said proudly. “Three for three; she looks just like me.”
Liam snorted. “You always say that.”
“Yeah, but she’s right,” Millie said, as the baby passed into Emmeline’s arms. Emmeline and Millie looked very similar, and those same genes went down to Millie’s kids.
“No complaints from me if our kids get the more good-looking half of the gene pool,” Liam said, kissing Millie’s temple; she smiled. Emmeline bopped the little baby’s nose.
They all hung out for a bit, until Millie nestled deeper into her bed. “Okay, now everyone leave me alone, I’m tired,” she said, yawning. Everyone got up to leave, including Emmeline, until her sister said, “Emmy, not you, obviously.”
Emmeline’s heart warmed. She sat back down with her sister, until it was just the two of them left. Then, she pulled out a cardamom bun and handed it to her sister, who immediately began unraveling it. She took a bite, sighing.
“Amazing, as always,” she said. Emmeline smiled, taking a bun out for herself as well. They had come out well, though she wished they had risen a bit more.
“This would be so good with coffee,” Millie said, pouting. “I miss coffee.” Her pregnancies always made her hate caffeine.
“Speaking of,” she started. “There’s a situation I need to update you on.”
“I love a situation,” Millie said, perking up. “Tell me.”
“If you’re finally done being pregnant and giving birth, I can,” Emmeline said.
“Yes, yes, I am done—tell me!”
Feeling nervous then, Emmeline warned, “It’s possibly dramatic.”
“Even better!” Millie replied, ripping off another piece of cardamom bun and popping it in her mouth. “The drama in my life at the moment is trying to stop my children from killing each other.”
“Stop, they aren’t so bad,” Emmeline said, going to her niece and nephew’s defense.
“Mhm.” Millie didn’t look convinced. “You know the other day Noah proudly came over and told me that he gave Ira a bath.”
“Oh god. How did he reach the sink?
“He didn’t.”
Emmeline cringed. “Do I want to know?”
“I’m telling you either way—he used my favorite coffee mug and toilet water.”
“Nooooo!” Emmeline cried, covering her face with her hands.
They both shook their heads, laughing.
“It’s okay; he’s cute so it makes up for it,” Emmeline said.
Millie laughed. “Okay, now tell me!”
“Oh, right.” It was so easy to lose track of what they were talking about when she was with her sister; conversation kept shooting off in a million directions. “Well, remember how I’ve been trying to get Anh Trang to invest in Inferno?” Emmeline started.
“Yes,” Millie replied.
“She came to Ginny’s birthday—we all missed you, by the way.”
“Ohmygod, I saw the pictures, everyone looked so good. I can’t believe Ginny isn’t a baby anymore.”
“Absolutely.Anyway. Anh was there, and she wants to add a coffee shop to Tales & Tails.”
“The bookshop? I haven’t been there in forever!”
