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She grasps the opportunity. “I’ll be going.”
I snatch her hand. “No, you’re not. Come on. Let’s get inside. I’m hungry.”
“Why are you being mean to Love Hill?” Olivia asks my half-brother.
I march to the front door since I don’t want to hear Peace’s answer. I enter the house into complete chaos. Skye is running around while my brothers chase her, Harmony is bouncing a screaming Robin in her arms, and Mom is yelling at Lennon to check the turkey.
Love Hill’s eyes widen as she surveys the scene. “Oh my.”
“Don’t worry. No one bites.”
Riley stops chasing Skye to ask me, “How do you know I don’t bite?”
“You’re lucky my hands are full of stuffing,” Moon yells from the kitchen.
“Or what?”
“Olivia, smack my fiancé for me, will you?”
Everyone freezes.
“Fiancé?” Mom asks with tears in her eyes. “Are you and Riley getting married?”
“This is all your fault, Riley. I am never making you chocolate chip cookies again.”
“You never makemechocolate chip cookies.”
“I won’t make any cookies in our house ever again. I’ll do all my baking at the diner.”
Riley swears under his breath before marching to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Mom, but Moon and I aren’t engaged. Yet.”
“You had to add the ‘yet’. Do you want me to slap you?”
Riley wiggles his eyebrows at Moon. “Maybe I enjoy it when you’re violent.”
“Someone better kick Riley out of the kitchen if any of you want stuffing for dinner!”
“I got him.” Lennon shuffles Riley away.
Mom claps her hands. “Dinner won’t be for another hour. Why don’t the men go downstairs with the children to watch some television?”
Soleil fists her hands on her hips. “Why the men and not the women?”
“Soleil dear, soon-to-be mother of my grandchild, you are not doing any work,” Mom says.
Soleil rubs a hand over her round stomach. “I’m pregnant. Not an invalid.”
“Dear, I had five children. Four of whom were twins. No one’s working in my house when she’s pregnant.”
Soleil makes a face. “I’m glad this little guy is all by himself. There’s not enough room for two Bragg offspring in my womb.”
Mom gasps. “Guy? Are you having a boy? My first grandson.”
Brody wraps his arm around Soleil. “Yep. And we’re naming him Ackbar.”
Soleil elbows him. “Enough with the Star Wars names. We are not naming our child Ackbar. And we don’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl yet.”
“But Ackbar is a good name,” Brody says as he leads her down the stairs to the TV room.
