Rigby gave me a mock disapproving look. “Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, babe.” He hefted the car seat in his arms. “This is Huey, the most perfect baby in the universe.”

Julieta appeared behind her husband. She had wavy dark hair and eyes that seemed almost too big for her face, but they sparkled like she was up to mischief, in a good way. “Did someone say baby?”

Clint rolled his eyes. “Julieta has baby fever, like we haven’t been changing diapers consistently for the last seven years. At this rate, I should just buy shares in a company. I blame you guys; she's been talking about it since the game Nova and Huey came to last week.”

Julieta elbowed her husband. “You don’t seem to mind the baby-making practice,” she said with an arched brow. She reached over and hugged me. “So good to see you, Nova. And you, handsome little man, look how cute you are,” she murmured at Huey before looking around at the guys. “Are you and Dev doing matching outfits already?”

Dev flushed as he looked down at his outfit. He did kind of match Huey, with his blue button-down and dark jeans. “Accident,” he grunted, and Julieta laughed.

“Sure it was, big guy. I’m not judging. I think it's just adorable. Come on inside, I’m stealing your girl for wine time. I stopped breastfeeding this week and Mama needs to get wine drunk ASAP. Your girl is going to help me out. You guys are on kid duty.” She patted her husband on the butt before pulling me into the kitchen. She turned to me, one eyebrow raised. “I have serious questions for you, girl.”

Oh shit.

“Red or white?”

“Uh… white?”

“Bubbles or no bubbles? Just kidding—the answer is always bubbles. Let’s hit up the wine cellar. Man, tonight is going to be fun. Clint got food from my favorite sushi restaurant, because he might complain about my baby fever, but as soon as I suggest getting pregnant, that man is on me like a basic bitch on a pumpkin spice latte. I have a short window to drink and eat raw fish, and I intend to revel in it.”

I followed her down the stairs, slightly glad she didn’t want much by way of conversation out of me, because that wine cellar was the kind of thing dreams were made of. It had racks of wine behind sealed doors on one side, and on the other, an entire wall of books surrounded a huge abstract artwork. Right in the middle were two overstuffed couches in a soft cream suede and fluffy as hell throw rugs. It was paradise.

“This is Mommy’s room—a kid-free zone. I keep the soft cheese down here with the wine. It's a one-stop shop. If you need cheese, wine, and smut-filled romance novels, girl, I got you.”