I kiss the top of her head, my mouth lingering there.
“She’s laughing at you,” Conan calls from the kitchen in a tone that suggests he’s been waiting his whole life for this moment.
“I can hear that,” I reply without looking away from Lily.
Declan is by the island, already dressed as if this were a royal wedding rather than a backyard ceremony in Monaco.
Finn is beside him, staring at the pastries like he’s fighting demons.
Rowan is leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, Reggie is on the couch pretending he isn’t emotional, and Isabella is spinning in circles in a little dress, living her best life like she hasn’t seen half the darkness the rest of us have.
The girls are all upstairs getting ready before they start helping Lily.
The whole house is full.
The Quinns flew in last night and somehow made it feel like they’d always belonged here. Like they didn’t cross continents. Like family doesn’t have borders.
And the rest of them are on their way here now. Except Enzo. He’s gone off-grid for a while, and it’s left all of us a bit on edge. Because whatever the fuck is going down has the potential to explode everything around us. But that isn’t for today.
Today is about Lily and how much I fucking love this woman.
She lifts her chin and smirks up at me. “Your brothers are staring.”
“They’re not my brothers,” I murmur, brushing my thumb across the underside of her bump.
She’s showing now.
Our future is right there between us.
“They’re yours too,” I correct quietly.
Her eyes soften. “That means they are your brothers,” she whispers.
I lean down, my mouth brushing her lips. “Then they’re still staring.”
She giggles. “It’s because I’m finally taming you.”
Conan makes a choking sound. “Jesus Christ.”
Finn mutters, “I knew this day would come.”
Declan sips his coffee like he’s trying not to smile. “No one is taming Drago.”
Lily hums, innocent. “He made me green juice this morning and then massaged my feet. Even in between the toes.”
Reggie’s head snaps up. “He did fucking what?”
“Yep,” Lily says sweetly.
“Drago,” Rowan says, voice full of accusation, “you’ve changed.”
I shrug. “I have priorities.”
Conan points to Lily’s feet. “That was way too much information. Actually, it would have been less gross if you started getting it on in front of us.”
Lily sticks her tongue out at him, then looks back at me, lips curling. “Okay, concentrate,” she says, stepping back. “Dip me.”
My brows lift. “Dip you?”
