“So what?” she argued defensively, clutching the medallion Greylen had made her. It was identical to the one she always wore, the one she was still wearing, but this one had a dragon on the front, clasping the torso of his lady as he pulled her from the water. On the back was the same inscription that was inside her wedding band. She had started to ask Greylen what it meant, but the baby chose that exact moment to kick for the first time. She spent the next ten minutes covered by anxious hands as everyone took a turn feeling him move.

“So what?” Isabelle repeated. “So what? Is that the best you can do?”

Gwen reached inside Isabelle’s sleeves, pressing her freezing hands against the skin on the backs of her arms. Isabelle shrieked, fighting back as she did the same. Soon they were throwing silly insults at each other, and snow, too, as they tried to shove it down each other’s backs. So caught up in their antics, they didn’t notice Greylen and Gavin standing before the steps now, arms crossed over their chests, regarding them through narrowed eyes.

“Problem?” the men said at the same time.

Gwen and her sister-in-law both started talking at once. “Your wife is insufferable,” Isabelle told her brother in gasps as she laughed.

“And your sister is a big baby,” Gwen blurted out as she laughed too.

Greylen and Gavin rolled their eyes, obviously listening with little interest as she and Isabelle ranted. Their insults were becoming more ludicrous by the second, and each scathing remark they made was belied with a hug as they gathered warmth from each other.

“Can we get back to our game?” Greylen asked impatiently.

“I told you this was all your fault, Gwendolyn,” Isabelle muttered. “You just had to make them football jerseys, didn’t you?”

“If I recall,” Gwen said, casting Isabelle a smug look, “I made you something as well.” Isabelle blushed, obviously recalling the scandalous short nightgown she’d made for her. “Had I known you were pregnant,” Gwen said, then frowned. “I would have made it a little larger.” Isabelle had made the announcement of her pregnancy as they’d opened gifts, clarifying the reason she had made little booties for Gavin. You’d think he would have gotten the hint.

Greylen was frowning at her now. “Yours had better be large enough, Gwendolyn,” he warned, speaking of the short nightgown she had made for herself. “I intend to see it on you tonight.”

“Oh, you will,” Gwen promised, bringing a smile back to her husband’s face.

“Can we go back to our game now?” Greylen asked again.

“Go on,” Gwen said as she and Isabelle both shooed them away. “We’ll just freeze while we watch you play.” Their husbands didn’t seem too worried and, in fact, turned as soon as they heard the word go.