Izzy’s flaming red hair was wild and gorgeous, and I wondered if her next baby would be blessed with the same genetics.

“Congratulations, mama! I heard the great news.” I made my way around the end of the small table and gave her a quick hug.

She flashed a smile. “I had a feeling I was pregnant, but our Relic came out and performed an exam just to confirm.”

I chuckled and took a seat to the left of April, patting her back.

“How did your wolfy react?” I asked, referring to her mate, Jericho.

Izzy admired the sparkly diamond on her finger—not a tradition among Shifters, but Jericho wasn’t your average guy.

“Hell’s bells, he’s over the moon,” she said. “Melody’s a handful, so I honestly didn’t think he’d be ready for more kids so soon. When I asked if he wanted a boy or a girl, he said he doesn’t care. He’s just been—”

“A knight in shining armor,” April interrupted, threading her blond hair away from her face. “Rubs her feet every night after supper. I can only imagine what he’ll be like when she’s actually showing. Remember the last time?” she asked Lexi with a soft chuckle.

Izzy twirled her ring. “I’m a little nervous because twins run in my family. It skips every other generation, so there’s a chance I could have more than one in here. Then he’ll really be on his way to getting his own band.”

We laughed, and Lexi looked down at her pretzels wistfully. I could see how conflicted she was and wondered if anyone else had noticed. April carried no such look. By choosing to be with Reno, she’d willingly given up the promise of children—if she even wanted babies. Not all women do.

Izzy sure did. I could tell she was going to give that wolf a litter before it was all said and done.

Denver swaggered in and sat at the head of the table on my left. “Well, I for one can’t wait.”

Lexi set her elbow on the table and tucked her chin in the palm of her hand. “You just want a boy so you’ll have someone to play video games with.”

“Shut it,” he said.

Denver was a handsome man in an obnoxiously charming sort of way. His smiling eyes were the color of the Atlantic Ocean—deep blue and always sparkling on the surface. I didn’t care for men with blond hair, but his was a pleasing shade of dark blond cut in a trendy style—messy with a wave, but not quite long enough to cover the scar on his forehead. With that charismatic smile, he undoubtedly made a killing as a bartender. Unfortunately, most Shifter women wouldn’t find his youthful and energetic personality an attractive quality.

“So when are you going to have some little kittens?” he asked me, arching a brow.

“Perhaps I’ll have some calves,” I replied, leaning my elbows on the table.

“That would be udderly adorable.” He winked and we all turned around when Maizy wandered in with sleep in her eyes and a tangle of blond hair in her face.