“I was supposed to buy them.”

“Can’t they be from us?”

“Oh, of course. I just didn’t want to assume that would be okay.”

I stop us in the hospital hallway and turn her to me. I tip up her chin. “You and I are an us, Isabella. I didn’t realize that wasn’t already implied, so I’m happy to make it clear right here and now.”

Her lips tip up into a grin. “Well, okay then. Let’s go meet a baby.”

I kiss her lips before taking her hand and leading her into an elevator and up to the labor and delivery part of the hospital.

It’s been a few hours since that call to Maeve at the cabin. From what I understand, Stasia has since had an emergency C-section, and both she and the baby are safe.

But they don’t want to tell me what the sex is until we get there.

“What room is she in?” Izzy asks.

“That one at the end of the hall.”

“How do you know?”

I grin at the laughter and chatter coming from the room. “Because I can hear them. We’re not a quiet lot, that’s for sure.”

Izzy and I fill the doorway, and I smile at the scene before me.

Anastasia is sitting up in the hospital bed, wearing a tired smile and an IV in one arm. Kane sits close by, one hand on her ankle as he talks with Anastasia’s brother, Archer, and his wife, Elena.

My mother rocks the new baby in the corner as my father stands next to her and smiles down at the wee one.

Maggie and Maeve are on their phones, most likely methodically calling all of the Montgomerys and O’Callaghans all over the bloody world.

“You’re here,” Stasia says. “Come in.”

“Is there room?” I ask, teasing her. “You’re awfully popular.”

I walk to her and kiss her cheek before circling the bed to hug my brother.

“Shawn and Lexi just left,” he says. “Amelia and Wyatt are on their way.”

“What about your parents?” I ask Stasia.

“They just went down to the cafeteria for some lunch.”

“So, it’s been a revolving door.”

“I just got off the phone with Will,” Maeve adds. “He and Meg will be here this evening. He can’t get out of practice since they have a game in a few days.”

I glance back at Izzy, who’s still hovering in the doorway.

“Come in, love. We don’t bite.”

“I should wait in the waiting room. I don’t want to overwhelm—”

“If you don’t get in here,” Anastasia says, “I’ll be offended.”

Izzy laughs and steps inside, then offers Stasia the gift bags. “We stopped downstairs to get a little something.”