My sister leans down, tapping Amelia’s nose. “It’s nothing. I love spending time with my Melia. Not to mention, she loves her auntie.”

She does because my sister spoils her rotten, which I guess is one of the perks of being an aunt.

“Still, you dropped everything, and I appreciate it.”

“I was going shopping with Winnie, not solving world peace. Plus, doing these things allows me opportunities to collect debts in the future from you four boneheads.”

Regardless of what she says, Stella is the princess of the family and has loved having four brothers who are willing to slay any dragon for her. Joshua would’ve killed me, Alexander, or Oliver if anything happened to her.

This girl is able to get whatever she wants and loves every second of it.

“You have a very skewed memory of your childhood.”

She laughs once. “Please, you all made it so I could never have any fun!”

“I recall you having a little too much fun at a few parties.”

As much as my sister would like to think otherwise, she was a damn mess. If it weren’t for us covering for her, she would’ve been in a lot of trouble.

“Because you all were a bunch of saints?”

“Not even close. That was why we knew what was going on when you tried to tell us one of your horrible excuses.”

Stella shakes her head. “I feel bad for you, Gray. Melia is going to grow up and be just like me one day.”

A shudder runs through me. “She’ll date when I’m dead.”

“Pretty sure Dad thought the same thing.”

“Dad failed, I won’t.”

“Anyway,” she draws the word out, “I heard you ran into Jessica.”

This town is insane. I’m sure Winnie told her, since she’s Jessica’s sister.

“I actually stopped by and saw her on my way home.”

“Oh. Oh! Wow. Okay. And? How did it go?”

I love that I caught her off guard. One thing she loves more than anything is being in the know, and her not being the first to know I’d run into Jessica probably grated on her.

“Fine.” I pick Amelia up, kiss her cheek, and head into the kitchen.

My sister groans, and I fight back the urge to laugh.

“Daddy, I am so hungry.”

“I’m sure you are. Aunt Stella’s idea of a meal is M&M’s and Twizzlers.”

“The peanut ones!” she says as she follows me. “They have protein.”

“How is it that you’re as skinny as you are when you eat like a thirteen-year-old boy? Seriously, have you consumed a vegetable in the last ten years?”

Stella makes a face. “No thanks. And the reason I’m so slim is because I work out and have great genes.”

Amelia takes my face in her hands. “I don’t like vegetables neither.”