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She had yet to pass the recipe down to me, stating I’d get it when she died.

I then asked for seconds, hearing a lot of the kids parroting my sentiments.

“Here, try this,” I heard a kid say as she moved toward me and squeaked in between Garrett and me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s a roll with mashed potatoes on it,” Garrett whispered when the kid disappeared. “That was Cilian. Quinn and Shayne’s adopted son. I watched him make it. He used a plate and everything.”

I laughed and reached for the roll with mashed potatoes on it, then took a healthy bite.

I wasn’t a person who shied away from trying new things, and this sounded right up my alley.

I was right, too. The two paired together were fantastic.

“Yum,” I said. “Cilian, can you make me more?”

The body was back within a minute and he said, “It’s on your plate next to the green beans you didn’t like.”

Everyone laughed at that, and I ate my roll, my extra mashed potatoes, and then my mashed potato-filled rolls.

By the time I cleaned my plate, I was stuffed.

“Oh my god.” I groaned as I leaned back in my seat. “I don’t think I can eat another thing.”

“You better have saved room for dessert,” Maven countered. “And those pies your mom made looked fantastic.”

I scrunched up my nose. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but there’s no way I have room for anything right now. I’m gonna need at least an hour to digest before I eat any dessert.”

“In that case.” A hand touched my shoulder. “Hold my baby.”

A baby was thrust into my arms. One who was sleeping and protested only slightly at the exchange.

“Who am I holding?” I asked.

“That’s Mellisandre, Ellodie and my youngest,” Quaid said. “She’s out like a light.”

“I can tell.” I rubbed my chin on the baby’s head. “She smells really good.”

“She helped me bake dessert,” Ellodie admitted. “I think she wore more than she got in the bowl.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, remembering only now that I’d forgotten my glasses in my rush to leave.

“I can’t wait for you to give me grandbabies,” my mother’s voice was soft.

I huffed out a laugh. “Let me tell everyone at work that I’m marrying Garrett, then you can get your grandbabies.”

“What?” I heard yelled.

The baby in my arms jumped at the multiple “whats” shouted from the table surrounding me.

I patted the baby’s bottom, then started to sing a lullaby in Spanish.

“Oh,” Athena cooed from across the table. “Can you teach our kids that lullaby? It sounds beautiful.”

“It’s actually not all that sweet. It talks about spiders and sleeping. But it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?” I said between breaths.

“Honestly, if you could just start teaching them all Spanish when you’re here, you’ll give them a leg up in life,” Quaid advised. “I hate having to call in backup when I can’t figure out what someone is saying.”

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