I scanned the backyard of the farmhouse. It was dotted with a handful of mismatched tables and chairs with artful table runners and soon to be filled with flowers. Our friends had worked overtime to make this wedding happen.

Griffin had acquiesced to having a little more help on the house. And between him, Will, Crosby, and Ford, they’d completely finished the restoration just last week. Bell had offered to handle all of the furniture for our small affair. And Kenna was tackling flowers.

Just the thought of her seemed to will her into being. Kenna’s rounded form came around the house with her fiancé hot on her heels. “Brown Eyes. Stop walking so fast. Something could happen to the baby.”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you hear him? It’s not like this little lady is going to just drop out of me.”

“Little lady?” I squeaked.

She blushed. “Oops. I was going to keep that one a surprise. It’s a girl.”

I let out a squeal and flew in Kenna’s direction, pulling her into a hug. “You realize this means we can start shopping for all the cute baby things now.”

She grinned. “I like the way you think.”

“Hey,” Bell whined. “I want in on this.”

We wrapped one another in one of our group hugs. “Love you, guys,” I whispered. “Sisters of my heart.”

“Always,” Bell echoed.

Kenna sniffed. “You two are always making me cry now.”

I chuckled. “Who would’ve thought we’d ever see the day where Kenna became a crier? I always thought that would be my role.”

She straightened and brushed out invisible wrinkles in her sundress. “I’m pregnant. Which means, I have an excuse.”

Crosby came to a stop outside our huddle. “You guys okay?”

“Oh, we’re fine,” Kenna griped. “Just like your progeny is fine.”

Crosby grinned. “She tell you it’s a girl? I’m gonna spoil her rotten.”

“You will not,” Kenna argued.

Crosby only smiled wider. “We’ll just have to see.” He turned to me. “We’ve got the flowers in the back of the truck. Ready for them to be put out on the tables?”

“We’re ready,” I said.

“Flowers!” Mia cried, leaping off the deck in a sparkly dress that might have blinded a few people as she spun in circles. One sparkly dress had not been enough for my Mi. She’d needed three. One for the bridal shower, one for tonight’s rehearsal dinner, and one for the big day tomorrow.

“Mia, you look beautiful,” Bell called.

Mia greeted her with a deep curtsey. “Thank you.”

I choked on a laugh. “I’m pretty sure she thinks we’re marrying into the royal family,” I whispered.

“You might as well be,” Kenna said.