“Who said I was okay? But I’m not going to meddle in their parenting just because I get unreasonably overprotective around my baby girl sometimes. That’s my problem.”

“Ah, there’s the amazing woman who raised me.”

“Stop with your teasing and go find your hyung. See if he needs any help.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rubbed his nose against Morgan’s tiny nub of one and was rewarded with a happy gurgle before he walked off in search of his older brother.

He poked his head into the nursery, the study, and the master bedroom but couldn’t find Landon anywhere. “Bro, where are you?”

“I’m over here.”

Seth followed his muffled reply toward the back of the master bedroom, and found Landon standing inside the en suite bathroom, holding two bottles of toiletry in his hands with frustration stamped across his face.

“Are you having a stare off with your bubble bath?” Seth asked, grinning at the domestic scene. His brother had changed so much since he met Aubrey—for the better, of course—and fatherhood looked pretty great on him, too.

“Shut up,” Landon said halfheartedly. “Aubrey bought these new washes for Morgan, and I can’t figure out the difference between the two. Which one am I supposed to use?”

“Where is Aubrey anyway?” he said, looking around as though she was hiding behind the dresser.

“She’s at Comfort Zone. You do remember that your sister-in-law owns a business, don’t you?”

“You guys got married last night. I figured she’d take this week off to unwind and get ready for your honeymoon.”

Landon’s face took on a goofy, dreamy expression. “She just loves it there. She’s so amazing at what she does, you know? She missed going in during her maternity leave, so she’s making up for lost time before she takes more time off.”

“Sounds like Aubrey.” Seth sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Nah. We still have plenty of time to pack. I’m just trying to put my other businesses in order before we leave, which you can’t help with. Besides, don’t you have way more packing to do than us?”

“It’s mostly done. I just have to get the furniture and boxes into storage, and pack the portable part of my life into a couple of oversized bags.”

His brother studied him quietly for a second. “This move to Paris … is it what you really want?”

“What do you mean?” Seth removed imaginary lint off his T-shirt.

“Mom and I didn’t think your fashion-photography stint would last as long as it has. But now you’re making this huge commitment to root yourself in the industry.”

“It is my profession,” he said stiffly.

“But your art is your dream. It has been since you were a little kid. The way you brought your painting and photography together was beautiful beyond words. I saw you in each and every one of your works. You put your heart into them. How are you holding all of that in? More importantly, why?” Landon’s gaze seemed to pierce into his soul. Older-brother superpower. “I know what it means to turn my back on my dream, Seth. Whatever happened to derail you from your path, don’t you think it’s time to make your way back?”