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“Sausage crinkles!” Mom and I both said at the same time before I finished with, “They have cream cheese, sausage, and crescent rolls in them.”

“Yum,” I heard said.

“Which brother was that?” Mom asked.

“That was Quincy,” Garrett explained.

“And that one right in front of you with the adorable baby?” Mom pushed.

“That’s Quinn, Quincy’s triplet.”

I smiled as I walked farther into the room.

My mom let my hand go, and I felt a little bit naked in a room full of people with no idea where to go.

We’d left Rooster at home because it’d be utter chaos in the house with all the people around.

But now I wasn’t sure what to do or where to go.

“Hey there.” Atlas’s voice came from my side. “Can I take the pan for you?”

I nodded, thankful that someone had come to the rescue.

“Ohh!” I heard running feet. “Can I help you to the couch?”

I smiled. “Sure. You’ll have to remind me who you are, though. I can’t talk to strangers.”

The little girl giggled so cutely. “I’m Addison. My mama is Ande.”

“The eldest?”

“The oldest,” she agreed. “This is Lola. She is Auden and Maven’s.”

I held out my hand and a tiny little one took it. “It’s nice to meet you, Lola.”

“You have pretty hair,” Lola whispered so quietly that I could barely hear it. “I want hair like yours.”

“No you don’t,” I teased. “You can’t brush it, and when you wash it, you have to use half a bottle of conditioner.”

“Amen to that,” Maven groaned. “Curls are such work!”

I felt the couch depress next to me and assumed she’d sat down.

I’d met them all over the last few weeks, and I knew most of them by name.

However, the triplets—Quincy, Quinn, and Quaid—all sounded exactly alike so it was hard for me to differentiate who I was talking to.

Gable sounded a lot like Garrett, too, but not enough to make me question who it was I was talking to—my fiancé or his twin brother.

“Oh my god!” I heard cried out. “These are fan-fucking-tastic!”

“You better not have eaten them all,” I heard called.

“What is he talking about?” I wondered.

“The sausage crinkles,” I heard my mom call from beside me somewhere. “You should give him the recipe. It’s easy and they’re fantastic.”

I shrugged. “I’ll give whoever wants it the recipe.”

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