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“Emma needs to feed the baby,” River said. “We’ve got cinnamon buns she made this morning.”

“The eggs, bacon and sausage are all done and just waiting,” his mother said. “I’ve got fruit too. We can sit and eat when you’re ready.”

They all moved to the dining room and squeezed in, passing the food around and helping themselves.

“So,” Raine said. “Any updates with Ivy?”

“What?” he asked, looking at his sister. “Why would you ask that?”

His sister shrugged. “You were rattled the other night. That isn’t you. Just thought maybe you reached out and talked to her in a mature way.”

River grinned. “We are talking about Brooks, you know.”

“Good point,” Raine said.

“Leave your brother alone,” his father said. “Whatever he is going to do or did, he isn’t going to share at this table. He shouldn’t have shared what he did the other night.”

He knew his mother was disappointed in him over that. She wasn’t an idiot and knew what he did with women, but it’d never been something he’d been vocal about.

“Sorry about that,” he said and dove into his breakfast.

“You’ve got your life,” his mother said. “We know that. Though I will admit it’d be nice if you had someone to settle down with. I worry about you.”

He snorted. “Nothing to worry about. I’m fine. Pick on Raine. She’s still single too.”

“And much younger than you,” Raine said. “But I at least try. Not that I do what you do.”

“You better not,” he said. The thought of his sister having a one-night stand raised his blood pressure. “I’ll have to take care of that if it happens.”

“Why is it okay for you to do that with a woman but not okay for your sister to do that with a man?”

“Raine,” her father said. “Just like your mother doesn’t want to know what your brother is doing, I don’t want to know what you are.”

“I was the good kid,” River said. “No worries about me.”

Emma snorted.

“You’re only saying that because your pregnant wife is next to you with a knife in her hand.”

River looked over to see Emma wiggle her eyebrows. “Our pasts are in our past,” Emma said.

“That’s right,” Brooks said. “Not sure what or why everyone is so hung up on things.”

Though his sister made a point.

The way he treated Ivy would be cause for him to beat the shit out of someone that did that to his sister.

Sure, it was a double standard and it was wrong. It gave him something to think about.

By the afternoon he was home alone. No reason to stay at his parents’ house. There wasn’t much going on. His mother made a big breakfast, they opened gifts and then they would leave. She always wanted to make dinner too, but she didn’t need to work that hard.

She’d made a big pot of sauce and meatballs though and everyone got to take home their share to make their own pasta with it.

His mother had laughed and said it made her think they were still having dinner together but yet could do it on their own.

He’d make some pasta later when he was hungry and have that for dinner. He’d have some leftovers for lunch tomorrow for work too.

Now he just had the rest of the day alone thinking about Ivy and for once beating himself up over when to reach out to her.

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