Once we learned we were having girls, we started decorating the nursery. Now that it’s painted, it’s time for all the furniture to be built and baby gear stored. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about taking care of two infants at once, but Mila’s already offered to help as well as Grandma Bishop. They’re over the moon excited, and her mom can’t wait to be a grandma.

John keeps going back and forth about what he wants the girls to call him, and he’s excited about our growing family. Kenzie was her typical overdramatic self and screamed with joy.

“You excited for this weekend, babe?” I ask, trying to match socks.

“Yes, I am,” she says with a gleeful smile. “I can’t wait to show off my hot house-building husband.”

I scoff. “I helped, but I’m definitely not taking all the credit. The crew did the hard shit. I basically pointed and made sure nothing got messed up.”

“That’s pretty sexy in my book.” She waggles her brows while lowering her eyes down my chest.

I chuckle, shaking my head. Another symptom of pregnancy is raging hormones that make her want sex all the time. Not that I’m complaining, but we have a party happening in three days. We’ve invited the whole damn town, it seems, but I don’t mind. It’s a potluck, so Maize isn’t stuck preparing food for a crowd since her catering business is booming. Kenzie helps on the side, but Maize does all the cooking. Her doctor has warned her to take it easy with the stress of extra work since it’s likely she’ll go into preterm labor.

Moments later, my phone vibrates with a text, and I see it’s Connor.

Connor: Would you mind if I brought someone with me to your party this weekend?

I read the message to Maize, and her smile drops. “He’s bringing a date?”

I’m not sure what’s happened between him and Elle, but their work relationship hasn’t been the best as far as I've heard.

“I guess.” I shrug.

Gavin: No problem. The more, the merrier.

“I hope you told him absolutely not!” she pouts.

I snort. “Why not? Elle isn’t dating him.”

“Well, she could be if he wasn’t such a jerk. And now she’s gonna have to see him with another woman. It’s a dick move.”

I’m not sure how to reply and don’t wish to get in the middle of whatever’s going on, so I stay quiet.

“Whatever. I’m gonna tell her to bring someone then. Ha! See how Dr. Dickhead likes that.”

I narrow my eyes in confusion. “Thought you called him VetDreamy?”

She scowls. “Not anymore.”