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“Yes. Skipped right over our solar system into intergalactic ethereal perfection.”
“Put a little pressure on the kid.”
He was such a dumbass. Margo’s mother was a perfectionist and obsessed with outward looks in all things. He caught Margo close and tucked his chin on her shoulder. “Her dad is less than perfect and this little girl will know how much she’s loved no matter what.”
She lifted her hand to his hair. “You always know just what to say.”
“You know that’s a lie and pregnancy hormones are making you soft on me.”
“Maybe.”
“Now let’s go see if they burned down the house.”
“They’re making glorified salsa. I’m sure Ian and Zoe are fine.”
“They were using a potato masher to make guacamole. Not salsa, my beautiful wife. Do not disrespect the avocado.”
“You only care about them because you’ve been making me eat avocado toast for weeks.”
“It’s good for you. And I eat it too.”
She rolled her eyes when he opened the door for her. “We’ll be calling the baby your little avocado at the rate I’m eating them.”
He eased her through the doorway. “Lemon drop is way cuter.”
“I’m too tired to argue.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Should I get Nora?”
“I’m fine. Let that poor woman rest. She already checked me over three times today. All good, everyone’s doing fine, baby is cooking as she should.”
“She’s not the first woman to birth a baby, Simon.” Lila met them in the hall with a large glass of tea. When Simon opened his mouth, Lila sighed. “Herbal.”
Margo took the glass. “Thanks.”
Simon eased her into their recently expanded dining room and down into a chair. Zoe was setting out a big bowl of guac. At least they’d managed to do that.
“Well, she’s having the only Kagan baby.”
Zoe bobbled the bowl and it landed with a thunk. “Sorry.”
Ian came up behind her and rubbed her back lightly, then mopped up the little spillover. “There we go, no harm done.”
Zoe gave a bright smile. “Dinner’s ready.”
Zoe
Oh, God.
I’d told Ian this was a bad idea. The first time we went on a family vacation should have been about Margo and the impending baby. Not me. Not us.
And here I was the idiot who was so nervous that I couldn’t put down a freaking plate.
I sat down and smoothed a napkin on my lap.
Ian arched a brow at me and hid a smile behind a large chip loaded with our guacamole. Which was glorious, thanks to Harper and a little YouTube action. We should have turned to the internet in the first place.
But that wasn’t saying much, since we’d used Harper’s damn video anyway. And now that I had a family of my own, it looked like I would be following the online cooking classes she was doing.
