“Oh, shit, Coast. Look at you!” Zale, her oldest brother, smiled and moved toward her as she broke away from Mozzi.
The family resemblance was crazy. She and her brothers looked so much alike. He embraced her tight, slightly lifting her off her feet like he used to when she was a kid. Coast held on alittle longer, not realizing how much she’d missed him. When he pulled away, his big hands grabbed her belly and grinned.
“You really fucking pregnant!”
“I really am.” She tittered, stroking her belly in a circle and peering down at herself as Llyr approached.
“Still the prettiest thing in the room,” he complimented, kissing her cheek and encasing her in his strong, tatted arms.
Both brothers were sharply put together in Brooks Brothers attire with freshly lined fades and thick, dark curls on top. The two of them were a few years apart, but you’d never know. Zale aged like Benjamin Button, so the older he got, the younger he looked. Llyr’s maturity was behind his warm chestnut eyes. Coast did a quick introduction with them and Mozzi before he zeroed in on Wade.
“Wait a minute… this your OG?” Mozzi glanced past them with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
He knew him as WB, which now made sense as they shook hands and Wade nodded. He was the truck driver he’d paid to make Donahue’s shipment disappear.
“Small fucking world.” Wade chuckled, eyes sparkling as he took in his one and only daughter.
“No shit.” Mozzi grinned. “Well, make yourselves at home. Kitchen is straight ahead; party is in the living room and dining room.”
“I heard something about pretty and my name was not mentioned.” The familiar pitch of her mother’s voice left Coast’s head spinning back to the entryway.
Marina Bellamy was a vision. Elegant chaos in human form in the red silk mermaid dress hugging her frame. Her auburn hair was pinned in a bun with loose tendrils falling on the nape of her neck. She was a few shades lighter than Coast. Wade was more milk chocolate, which was how Coast ended up with the perfect blend of their complexions along with her brothers.
“Because nobody said vain.” Wade mumbled, eyeing the art on the Blackmoor walls with his sons at his side.
“The insults only took about three minutes according to my calculations.” Coast grumbled with an eyeroll.
Before Marina could respond, a little boy stepped in behind her. He looked to be about Kyro’s age. Bright eyed and unbothered in black slacks, a white shirt, red bow tie, and black peacoat. Thick dark curls donned the top of his head, and Coast’s head nearly swiveled off her shoulders when she turned to her brothers. After all, he looked like a replica of each of them.
“Hi,” he said with a wave.
Silence rippled through the foyer, and Marina smiled like it was the most normal thing.
“This is Sailor.” She introduced the little man with a hand resting on his shoulder at her side.
Another aquatic name like Coast’s entire family. Blinking, she had to remind herself to breathe.
“I’m sorry, who is Sailor?” she managed to ask.
“Same shit we asked.” Zale faced the large mirror to adjust his shirt and admire his reflection.
Wade and Marina exchanged a stare before he exhaled and shook his head.
“Some years ago, your mother and I spun the block as y’all say. It was one night. That’s it.”
A blank stare landed on Coast’s face. She took in Sailor’s handsome face peering around, then focused on her parents again before her gaze returned to the boy.
“You had a secret baby?”
“I’m not a secret,” Sailor rebutted, his little brows drawing together in a cute grimace.
Mozzi chuckled with her brothers, but Coast looked up at him, completely unamused. A mixture of emotions battled within her. Eyes glistening over, the expression resting on herface was of pure unrecognition. Who were these people? They looked like her parents, but she couldn’t be sure.
“What is wrong with you?” she asked, voice quaking.
“I told y’all she was gon’ lose her shit.” Zale shook his head.
“Coast, it’s not that big of a deal—” Marina spoke up.
