“It’s Anika,” Sammi says. “Of course she was.”

“Should we put them outta their misery?”

She nods, cupping a hand to my face. “They’re family.”

I snap a photo of the results and send it over.

“Think it went through?” she asks when a full minute passes and no one responds.

I shrug. “You can see it on yours, right?”

She nods. “Maybe it got to me faster because we’re in the same house?”

“Here,” I say, taking the baby, who’s finally finished eating. “I’ll go change him. You call Anika and let her know.”

“Come on, son.” I carry his stinky butt over to the changing table. “Let’s get that mushy mustard off your tush.”

“She’s not answering.” Sammi frowns. “And neither are Raven or Korie.”

“Hmm…that’s weird.”

Just then, our front door swings wide open and everyone piles in…Anika, the guys, the girls, their kids.

“Congratulations!” they all shout in unison.

“I’ll take him,” Korie says, scooping my son out of my arms. “The guys need you in the yard.”

I look around to realize only the women and children remain inside. Well, minus Anika. She’s unsurprisingly out back with the guys.

“Wait,” Raven says, following right behind me. “Let me put my camera on so I can video for social media.”

“Hurry,” Korie hisses.

“God, I hope Trent Thomas sees this shit,” Ray snickers. “Okay…go!”

As soon as my wife and I step outside, five champagne corks fire into the air, followed by a shower of bubbles all aimed right at my head.

Sammi’s screaming and trying to duck behind me to get out of the line of fire.

Once the bottles have run dry, the twins come outside with baskets of confetti and start throwing it at us, which pairs great with us being soaking wet.

Hadley toddles next to them, screaming her excitement as she stomps her feet, splashing in the bubbly.

“Thanks, guys.” My cup is overflowing. “Seriously, you’re the best fucking friends a guy could ever hope for.”

“Nope,” Aiden says, holding a hand up in protest. “We’re not doing this.”

“Not doing what?” Sammi asks.

“Goddamn it, yes, we are!” he says, dabbing at the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “You guys are turning me into a fucking pussy.”

Anika looks at Aiden with her nose scrunched. “I can’t believe you’re fucking crying.”

“What?” he sniffs, rubbing his nose on his sleeve. “You’re fucking crying too!”

“I’m a girl!”

His answering snort gets him punched in the stomach.

“I can’t believe you guys did all of this.” I shake my head. “What was the plan if the results had gone the other way?”

“Ah, ah.” Aiden shakes his head, holding out a chastising finger. “We don’t talk about Bruno.”