Flipping her dark hair over her shoulder, Steph laughed. “We just didn’t want anyone to know until we were a hundred percent sure this was going to . . . that it was going to last,” she said. “We wanted to make sure we were basically out of the woods.”

“It’s why we stayed home this Thanksgiving,” Nick explained, placing his hands on her shoulders, massaging them. “Her mom came up and we’re having dinner here.”

“I’m so excited for you guys,” I said, wanting to clap like a seal. “Congratulations.”

“Where is Brock?” Nick asked, speaking up to ensure I heard him through the hum of conversation and music.

I pointed to the bar. “He’s with Colton and Reece.”

“Haven’t seen him in a minute.” Bending down, he kissed the top of Steph’s head. “You good?”

She nodded. “Tell him I said hi.”

Nick kissed the side of her face and then walked by me, ruffling my hair like I was a five-year-old. I shot him a look, but his expression said he had no regrets as he swaggered off.

Calla popped up from her seat and we exchanged a quick hug. “It’s so good to see you,” she said, drawing back with a soft smile. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, a couple of years.” I glanced around. “The place seriously looks amazing.”

“Thank you.” A proud look filled her eyes. “It’s been a long process, and there are a few things Jax and I still want to work on. We got the kitchen upgraded, but we really want to do some sort of expansion. There’s room to build out back, but we’d have to close down while that takes place, so we’re trying to figure out a good time to do that.”

“Wow. That sounds amazing,” I said. “What are you planning to do with the expansion?”

Calla glanced at Roxy with excitement in her eyes. “We’re thinking about adding some more tables, enough room for a couple of more pool tables, but we want to add a stage.”

“That would be awesome,” I said.

Roxy nodded. “Hell’s yeah it would be.”

“Take my seat.” Calla stepped aside. “I’ve got to get back to the bar, because someone is on their lunch.”

“That’s me,” Roxy chirped.

I sat down next to Abby, finally getting to hug her. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said and then into my left ear. “And you are so going to have to fill me in later on what is going on with you and Brock.”

“I will,” I promised.

Smiling at me, Abby leaned back and said, “You know, she’s not the only one having a baby.”

My gaze darted between the three remaining women. “Which one—”

“Not me.” Calla held up her hands. “Jax and I are happy being the cool aunt and uncle right now.”