“I hope you used birth control,” Winnie said. “Did you know condoms are only ninety-eight percent effective?” She pointed to her stomach. “Meet the other two percent. I mean, who knew, right?”

“It’s on the box,” Piper said.

Winnie frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Winnie shrugged. “Like I said, who knew.”

“Glad we don’t have to worry about percentages,” Gavin said to CJ, who smirked.

Piper closed her eyes. “Okay, first, it’s not the walk of shame when it’s your own house. And being of age, it’s never a walk of shame. Period.”

Winnie grinned. “You might want to turn your shirt right side out and try saying that again.”

Piper aimed another glare at Cam.

He lifted his hands in a sign of surrender. “You were the one sneaking out on me. I was asleep when you put that thing on.”

Gavin was looking pained. “I just realized you’re doing my boss. There’s a high ‘ew’ factor here.”

Piper looked down at herself. Yep, shirt was inside out. She put the life vest back on. “And second,” she said, while everyone was still laughing, forcing her to point at all of them, including Cam. “I’m allowed a life.”

“Amen, sister,” Winnie said. “And it’s good to see you going for it.”

Cam watched Piper turn to Winnie, the irritation draining from her eyes, replaced by an affection he knew was years and years in the making. “Thanks,” Piper said.

Winnie smiled back. “So . . . we’re okay?”

“We’re okay.”

Looking relieved, Winnie nudged her chin toward Cam. “So are you two a thing now or what?”

“Or what,” Piper said noncommittally, and gestured to the opened laptop. “What are you up to?”

“Oh! We’ve got a plan!” Winnie looked at her brother, who gave her a nod of encouragement.

“Should I be scared?” Piper asked. “Cuz I am.”

“You were right before,” Winnie said.

Piper blinked. “I’m sorry, did you just say I was right about something?”

Winnie rolled her eyes. “I know, I know, you’ve never heard that from me before.” She rubbed her tummy. “But guess what? I’m going to be a mom. A really great one too, and moms are mature. I’m trying to work on that. I want to be taken seriously, and before you speak, I realize I’ve never tried hard at . . . well, anything. But that’s going to change. I’m getting really good at fixing stuff. So . . . meet your new handywoman.” She gestured to herself. “Which is me, in case I wasn’t clear.”

“And I’m taking over cooking duties,” Gavin said. “And not just because you suck at it, but because I miss cooking.”

“You’re just saying that because I messed up the chocolate chip cookies the other night,” Piper said.

Gavin nodded. “Never let a recipe tell you how many chocolate chips to use. You measure that shit with your heart, Piper.”