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“All in good time, Edie. Summer is still settling in here.”

“Milo is almost a year old! Surely you don’t want too much space between siblings? You guys clearly get on like a house on fire, so I know chemistry isn’t the issue.”

“It’s not up to me. When Summer feels ready, we’ll consider having more babies. As a man in the relationship, I don’t really get much of a say. It’s her body, her choice.”

Edie nodded. “You’re right about that. Maybe I’ll have to have a word with Summer. She makes darn cute babies, who wouldn’t want a million more!”

I wasn’t sure how much Summer had confided in her, so I didn’t say anything. But given that Summer had never actually given birth, I could understand how daunting the prospect would be.

“Summer will decide when it’s right for her,” I reiterated.

Edie sighed but nodded. “I suppose. At least I’ve got this sweet little nugget to keep me company until then!” she cooed, nuzzling Milo.

Mentally, I made a note to text my pack mates and warn them that the grandmothers were starting to get a little baby feral. Summer seemed to take their crazy antics in stride, but I didn’t want her to feel pressured whatsoever.

“Okay, I am going to need my son back. He has an ill mother at home who needs her cinnamon buns.”

Edie pouted but handed over the baby, anyway.

Chapter 46

Summer

Once again, I woke up to find my baby not in his crib.

It had become a sort of routine that, when one of the guys was home, they would scoop up our son the minute he started fussing to let me sleep. It was sweet, really.

I could hear noises downstairs, so I rolled out of bed, ignoring my exhaustion. I hadn’t been feeling the best for days now, and it was taking it out of me.

I pulled on the first pair of leggings I could find and a large sweater that belonged to one of the guys. I was too exhausted to even consider putting a bra on. Besides, I was relaxing at home, so there was no way in hell I was bothering with one of those evil contraptions.

Padding downstairs, I followed the sound of chatter to the kitchen where Milo was sitting in his high chair, chewing on some toast while Emmett cleaned the counter with a cloth.

“This sleeping in thing really is all it’s cracked up to be. You know, when I’m not tossing and turning.” I hummed happily, wrapping my arm around him from behind.

“You deserve it,” he said, turning around and kissing me on the top of my head.

“How long have you been awake?” I looked around, realizing it was late. “Also, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Not for too long. Just long enough to get this little man his toast. As for work, it was going to be a slow day today, so I decided to let the others handle it.”

I cocked my head to the side. “You know, I think he’s starting to actually consume some of that stuff.”

Emmett smiled, glancing over at Milo with that wistful expression he always got. “I agree, the soggy toast carnage is becoming less and less every time.”

“Well, I guess I can appreciate the extra time in bed, since you don’t have to rush off to work.” I leaned against Emmett, smiling up at him, but when I glanced over at the toast in Milo’s hand, I gagged. “Oh, god. Yup, stomach not happy.”

“Ginger tea?” Emmett grinned sympathetically, and I nodded gratefully.

“You’re too good to me. Yes.”

“Have a seat. I’ll get the tea and face our sweet boy away from Mommy for a little bit.” Emmett spun Milo, who giggled like it was a game, and all I could do was grin as I fought the urge to gag again. “What do you want to eat once your stomach calms down?”

I thought about it for a moment. “I really want to get a cinnamon bun from Audrey’s bakery, but also, the idea of going into town sounds exhausting.” I laughed, running a hand through my hair. Yes, Noah had gotten me cinnamon buns two days ago, but I desperately wanted them again.

I was worn down, my body well beyond drained. It was bizarre, considering I was running around far less than I used to in California.

“I can go grab you one,” Emmett offered.