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if one of my brothers can help with Anya.”
I nodded. “I guess we’ll have to be careful at work too, huh?”
He hummed, sliding my hair off my shoulder to drop a kiss onto my neck. “Oh, no. The first day we work together, the second everyone is gone, I have a whole other first to take care of in my office.”
My smile was massive. “What’s that?”
Aiden lifted his head and pinned me with those green eyes. “You on my desk.”
“Okay,” I answered breathlessly. “Can we work together tomorrow maybe?”
“Maybe we can both accidentally show up an hour early.”
“I love showing up to work an hour early.”
His laughter was a happy booming sound, and if I was being honest, I felt a little drugged at the sound of it. We finally said goodbye, and I hurried to my apartment to whip on some clean clothes and slick my hair back into a ponytail. Snatching a Pop-Tarts from my pantry cabinet, I was back in the car and on my way to Logan and Paige’s less than fifteen minutes later.
And I knew I was in bad shape when the newlyweds beat me there.
When I walked into the kitchen, the entire family went dead silent.
My face must’ve been bright red. “Morning.”
Molly was grinning like a lunatic. Lia tried to hide her smile behind her coffee. Claire, on the couch with Gabriel, rolled her lips between her teeth.
Paige approached, wearing a deceptively sweet smile on her face, and handed me a massive mug. “Need some coffee, sweetcheeks? You must be tired.”
Logan mumbled something from the table, and Emmett held out his hand. My brother dug into his wallet and handed him a dollar.
I took the mug. “I slept just fine, thank you.”
Lia snorted.
“Are we opening presents or what?” I asked.
Molly set a box aside. “We already started.”
“Aiden didn’t want to come over with you?” Paige asked, completely undeterred.
I took a slow sip of the coffee and held her eyes.
“He wasn’t hungry?”
“Paige,” Logan said in a warning tone.
She blinked innocently. “Yes, husband?”
He gave her a look. “If she doesn’t want to talk about it, she doesn’t have to.”
“You can tell me later,” she whispered.
Emmett shook his head. “This family is crazy. I’m going outside.”
“Coming with you, dude.” Bauer stood from the couch with kisses to Gabriel’s cheek and Claire’s upturned mouth. “Jude, you wanted to show me that thing?”
The big Brit stood with a nod, snagging a soccer ball from the floor. “Be right out.” He kissed Lia.
“Geez,” I muttered. “I sure know how to clear a room.”
“It’s probably all the just-had-sex pheromones,” Lia added helpfully.
“That’s it!” Logan shouted. “I’m outta here.”
My brother stalked out of the house, my sisters’ laughter following him as he tugged open the slider.
Noah grimaced at the giant pile of unwrapped boxes, then gave Paige and Lia a look. “Can you please stop while I have to be in here?”
Paige patted his cheek. “For my favorite son-in-law? Of course.”
“Now you stop?” I asked.
Paige sent me a wink, then gestured to Molly and Noah. “Proceed.”
Molly started unwrapping a small box but gave me a warm smile. “We’re just happy for you.”
“I know,” I told her. I took a seat on the couch by Claire and held my arms out for the baby. She handed him over with a tiny smile. His warm body cuddled close, I inhaled the top of his head. “Gawd, we should bottle this smell. We’d make a fortune.”
I held my nephew away from me, laughing when he gave me a coy little smile.
Claire nudged me with her foot. “How was it?” she whispered.
I blew gently in Gabriel’s face, grinning when his eyes widened, his gummy mouth opening in happy surprise. “The wedding was great,” I answered. “Which you know, because you were there.”
She rolled her eyes at my evasion.
“What is that?” Noah asked.
Molly studied something in her hand, but I couldn’t make out what it was. “It’s a ring, but I can’t tell what the design is.”
“Is there a card?” Paige asked.
Noah snatched up a small white envelope and ripped it open, tugging out a card. His gaze darted to Molly. “I think you should read this one.”
Molly took the card, and her eyes widened. She handed the ring to Noah, then looked at each one of us.
She let out a deep breath and started reading.
“In Spain, you can find orange blossom trees everywhere you look. It’s why they’re the flower most traditionally used in weddings here. For Spaniards, or those of us who have made this