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I give a small smile. “Kay. I’ll leave it in the kitchen.”

“Thanks, Yazzy.”

I take her drink to the kitchen and head upstairs. I pass Esme’s room, debating on whether or not I should check on her. I don’t care what Skylar says. He and Esme had a fight. And by Victor’s behavior, I’d say it was a big one. Esme and I aren’t that close, so I might not be the person she wants to discuss her relationship problems with. I’ll leave that to Skylar.

I continue down the hall to Skylar’s room. Liam is still asleep in his playpen, but judging by the way he’s vigorously sucking his pacifier, he’s not in a deep sleep. As if he senses me or smells my breast milk, he opens his eyes and spits his pacifier out of his mouth. I laugh to myself. God, I love him.

I pick him up from his playpen and gather him in my arms. “Mommy missed you.” He starts to babble, impatiently tugging at my shirt. “Let’s change you first.”

I grab everything I need from his diaper bag and change him on Skylar’s bed.

He’s squirmy and fussy, trying to roll over while I’m changing his diaper. Once I’m done, I carry him downstairs with my breastfeeding cover and a burp cloth. I find Skylar on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine.

“Oh, hey,” she says, smiling up at me. “Wow. I love your hair.”

“Thanks.” I smooth a hand down the back of my hair and sit down next to her. “And thanks again for watching him.” I get myself situated for Liam’s feeding. He latches on immediately. We’re pros at this now.

“Anytime. You know that.” She leans over and kisses his bare foot. “He’s such a good baby.”

“Find anything in there you like?” I ask, nodding to the magazine in Skylar’s lap.

“What about something like this?” She flips to a page bookmarked with a Post-it and points to a model wearing a wedding gown with a mermaid silhouette.

“I love that one!” My eyes light up with excitement. She would look amazing in that dress.

Skylar’s lips twist. “Ian might not like it though.”

I wrinkle my nose. Is he blind? “You don’t think so?”

“He’ll say it’s too sexy.”

I give her a sideways glance. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“My breasts are too big. They’d spill out of the top of this dress. And Ian’s family is very conservative.”

Ugh. Sounds like my family. I have no doubt they would have something to say about my wedding dress if they thought it was too revealing. I miss them. An unexpected melancholy tries to slither its way up my chest. I push it back down and purse my lips at my little sister. “Good thing it’s not their wedding. And I wish I had boob spillage problems.”

She laughs. “No, you don’t. I would kill to have your boobs. They’re so damn perky.”

“Used to be.” I frown.

“Oh, shut it. They still are.” She makes a face. “I really hate you.”

“No one feels sorry for you with your porn star tits. People pay good money for what you were born with. Aria did, and she loves them.”

Her brows lift in surprise. “Those were fake? You can’t even tell. Her doctor did great work.”

The corner of my mouth lifts in a slight smirk. “Next time I talk to her, I’ll let her know you said that.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Please don’t.”

“Why not?”

A few weeks after Liam was born, Aria came to visit and stayed with Hunter and me. Between recovering from my c-section, mastitis, and sleep deprivation, I needed my bestie, and she came through like she always does. Unfortunately, I couldn’t talk her into staying in Houston forever.

Skylar pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “When she was here, she kept staring at my breasts. Like, in a lustful way.” Aria’s been with girls and boys, so I’m not surprised.

I start laughing. “Damn. I did not know that.”