In addition to Santi and Ivy crashing our honeymoon, Solana, Georgie, Lois, and even Theron are here too. It’s either the craziest idea we’ve ever had or the best. Because with the exception of Theron, who I still trust about as far as I can throw him, they’ve all been taking turns helping with the babies. Which means Judge and I have the best of both worlds. Because there was no way we were leaving them anywhere while we jetted off to some beautiful destination. But Judge insisted he was giving me a honeymoon, and he’s come through on that promise while giving me something that I need just as much. Time with our friends and family.

We’ve been lazing our days away on a yacht somewhere in the Mediterranean, cruising from one beautiful port to the next. It’s been over a week of sun, sea, and hot sex, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ugggg.” Solana groans as she finally decides to join us, her hair tossed up in a messy bun and huge sunglasses covering her eyes.

It doesn’t escape anyone’s notice that Theron’s eyes go straight to her ass as she moves across the deck. I shoot him a glare, and he shrugs.

“Where are we even at?” Solana asks. “Or better yet, what day is it?”

“It’s punishment day, from the looks of it,” I tell her. “That’s what you get for playing drinking games all night.”

“It’s Georgie’s fault.” She plunks into a chair at the table and pours herself some coffee. “He’s the one who wanted to do karaoke.”

“Which was riveting,” Judge says dryly. “Please, give us another rendition this evening.”

Solana rolls her eyes. “As if you were even there. Don’t think I didn’t notice you hauling your wife off to your stateroom, Lawson Montgomery.”

“I won’t deny it,” he says smoothly.

“Where are my babies?” Solana pouts.

“Sleeping. And don’t you dare think about waking them up,” I tell her. “Lois will murder you if I don’t.”

She wrinkles her nose at me. “I can’t help it. They are so cute.”

“I make good babies,” Judge says proudly.

I shoot him a glare. “Oh, you make good babies, all on your own, huh?”

He arches a brow at me, amused. “I’m having flashbacks of the delivery.”

“You’re just lucky they have my lovely temperament.”

At this, he snorts. “Temper is more like it.”

I flash him another sweet smile, and he leans in to kiss my jaw before whispering in my ear.

“Should I work on putting another one in you?”

“Lawson Montgomery, don’t you dare utter those words to me for at least another five years.”