“Giddy-up, horsey,” she shouts, tugging on his spiky blond hair when he stops in front of us.

“Take a break, your highness.” Raven pulls her down. “Say hello to Uncle Lyle’s wife, Aunt Sammi.”

Aunt Sammi. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones but being accepted into the fold so quickly has me ready to burst into tears.

“Loverly to meet you, Aunt Sammi.” The little girl goes into a full curtsy in her princess dress.

“The honor is mine,” I say, reacting in kind.

The little girl purses her lips and nods, studying my form. “Your curtsy needs work. We’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

“All right, Ava,” her father says. “Buzz off.”

“Ugh,” she gasps. “Rude.”

“She’s precious,” I say, smiling after her.

“She’s a fucking mess,” Nick counters before wrapping me in a hug and lifting me clean off the ground. “Welcome to the crazy, sis.”

“Thanks,” I say, trying not to be tense, but I can’t help but wonder if he can feel the bump I’m hiding beneath my shirt.

“There she is!” Aiden, the long-haired keyboard player, comes charging into the room.

“Uh, hi.” I can’t tell if he’s going to hug me or rip me a new one. This guy is very intimidating.

“Fuck,” he groans, shaking his head in defeat. “Bring it in, sis.” He holds out his arms, opening and closing both hands in a come-hither motion.

“Nice to meet you.” I walk into his embrace, awkwardly hugging him back.

“Of course it is.” His brows furrow and he tosses his hair, very Justin Bieber-esque, but he’s no pretty boy. “I’m awesome.”

“I don’t know how to read you,” I say, honestly.

“He’s just mad cuz he wanted to hate you for stealing his wingman,” my husband says, sneaking up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist. “But Aiden never could be mean to a pretty girl.”

“Ahh.” I quirk a brow in the caveman’s direction. “What about an ugly one?”

He shrugs. “Haven’t met one yet, but I was sure hoping you’d be the first.”

I choke on my next breath. “I heard you were a ladies’ man. Guess the rumors are true.”

“Most of ’em,” he agrees with a nod. “When something’s this good,” he says, smoothing a hand down his chest, “You have to share it with the world.”

“I’m sure that’s a huge sacrifice for you.”

“You know,” he says, nodding, “it really is. I’d love to be settled down with one wom—” He spits out a laugh. “Shit. I can’t even say that with a straight face.”

Aiden’s personality is larger than life. He’s such a cad…reminds me a lot of someone I know. Someone peppering kisses along the bend of my neck.