I tried to push down my excitement. “Uh, not really. Not meals, anyway. I quite like making desserts.”

“Just so happens that I like eating desserts. Cakes or something?”

“Chocolate,” I said noncommittally, taking a fussing Huey back from him.

Rigby’s eyes went wide. “From, like, scratch?”

I shrugged. “Kinda. When I have time.”

I could almost see the chocolate bars in his eyes. My cheeks flushed, and I turned away from the kitchen. Could you be sexually aroused by a double oven? Because I think I was.

It definitely wasn’t because of the way that Rigby’s back flexed as he strode toward the family room. Dev and River had finished hauling all of Huey’s and my stuff up to our rooms, and were now sitting on the couch, watching sports on the huge flatscreen mounted to the wall.

“You finished being a guide dog?” River asked Rigby, who just gave him the finger.

“Better than a beast of burden, asshole,” Rigby replied, flopping down on the other side of the sectional.

Dev looked at me, shaking his head. “The answer to your question is yes, they are always like this.” Huey took that moment to give another disgruntled cry. “He’s hungry?”

I nodded. “I was just wondering where you put the diaper bag, or even the suitcase with all the formula?”

River unfolded from the couch with an ease of a much smaller man. “I packed it all away in the kitchen. Let me show you.” He strode past me and into the kitchen area, then through to a butler’s pantry that ran along the back. He opened up a floor-to-ceiling cupboard. “I don’t know if Rigby showed you in here, but this is where we keep all the food. It goes without saying you eat whatever you want. This place is your home too now.” He looked down at me, his piercing golden eyes riveting me to the spot. He didn’t look away until I nodded my agreement.

“This is the Huey cupboard. I thought it would be easier for you, and us, if everything was in the one place. Filtered water is over there.” He pointed to a spout on the huge sinks. I’d seen bathtubs less deep.

It was thoughtful, I’d give him that. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. But River’s kitchen was the size of my whole apartment. Huey’s “cupboard” was the size of my closet. Honestly, what are we going to fill this with?

But when I looked inside, I realized someone must have bought out the baby store, because there was everything I could even think to need and then some. Tins of formula, rows of bottles, a sterilizer, sippy cups, weird little grippy plates so Huey couldn’t throw a plate at my head once he started solids. Pacifiers. Teething rings. Everything. Things I couldn’t even name, let alone have on my shopping list.