"Someone's hungry," Jax says, grinning.
I sit up, pulling the sheet around me. "I'll make him lunch."
"We've got it," Knox says, standing and pulling on his own jeans. "You rest."
I watch as they disappear into the kitchen, their voices low and easy, Owen's laughter ringing out.
And I realize something.
This is real.
This is my life now.
And I don't want to be anywhere else.
The Old Lady Mafia arrives an hour later, their energy filling the house the moment they walk through the door.
Tessa is the first one in, her eyes sweeping over me with a knowing smirk. "Well, well, well. Someone's glowing."
I flush. "Shut up."
"Oh my God, you totally are," Lucy says, laughing. "What did they do to you?"
"Nothing," I say quickly, but my face is burning.
Hadley rolls her eyes. "Sure. Nothing. That's why you look like you just got thoroughly fucked."
"Hadley!" I gasp, but I'm laughing too.
Erica grins. "Don't be embarrassed. We've all been there."
Scarlett nods. "Multiple times."
Tessa throws her arm around my shoulders. "Come on, girl. We're taking you out. You need some girl time."
"What about Owen?" I ask.
"The boys have him," Lucy says. "They're more than capable."
I glance over at Jax and Knox, who are both watching me with amused expressions.
"Go," Jax says. "Have fun."
"We've got him," Knox adds.
I hesitate for only a moment before nodding. "Okay."
The girls take me to a baby boutique first, and I'm overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff.
"Owen needs new clothes," Tessa announces, grabbing a tiny pair of jeans off a rack. "Look at these! They're so cute!"
"He's going to outgrow them in like two weeks," I point out.
"So?" Lucy says. "He'll look adorable for those two weeks."
We spend an hour picking out clothes and toys, the girls insisting on buying half of it despite my protests.
"You're family now," Hadley says firmly. "Let us spoil you."