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“I love her,” Hayden declares. “I swear, she’d better stick around long enough for me to have a child. I want my child to have a great nan.”

“You do realise she isn’t our nan, don’t you?” Maddox questions.

“Like you don’t already have Jasmine and Asher saying Nanna Maya,” Hayden snorts.

“She’s just so…” he begins.

“Like our nan,” Hope finishes. “I get it. But Maya has her own personality and it’s hard not to fall in love with her.”

“She’s going to bake me a red velvet cake when we get home,” Hayden boasts.

“She’s baking me scones first,” Maddox remarks.

“You have a girlfriend who bakes for you,” Hayden snaps. “Stay away from Maya and my baked goods.”

“If anyone is getting anything, it’s me,” I declare. “She’s Freya’s nan, which means I get first dibs.”

“Fuck you!” Maddox growls. “She offered them to me first. Stop hogging her.”

“You don’t share Amelia’s baked goods,” I argue.

“We’ve had this conversation already,” Hayden snaps. “She was my friend first. I met her before any of you.”

“Oh my god, please tell me you aren’t arguing over my nanna again?” Freya moans, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Tell them I get the baked goods,” I order.

She sits up, stretching out the muscles in her back. “I’ve learnt not to get in the middle of a Carter and their food so keep me out of this.”

“See,” Hayden teases.

I glare at Hayden before turning to Freya. “But you will put in a good word for me, right? Right?”

“I’m going to get changed,” she declares, getting up.

“Aww, someone doesn’t want to tell you she’s not going to be putting in a good word for you,” Maddox teases.

I get up, chasing after her. There is no way I’m letting any of those fuckers near my baked goods.

Not a chance.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Freya

My arms flop down to my sides as I lean back in the bucket chair in my cabin. After showering and getting changed, my energy has frazzled. The short nap I had earlier did not help replenish the energy I used last night or at the beach today.

Attending karaoke night in the Bella Donna room tonight sounds like a chore. And I love karaoke.

Yet I know if I don’t go, Mark will seek me out, and I don’t want to be the reason he cancels on his family. They all seemed really pent up about it earlier.

A yawn slips free as I take in my appearance. My cheeks and nose are sunburnt, but it doesn’t bother me as much as the bags beneath my eyes. If the sex wasn’t so good, I would hate him for being the reason I’m so bone-tired. I am dreading going home and my sleep schedule being off balance. I’m used to getting up at six every morning, and going to bed around ten.

A knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts. I inwardly groan, not wanting to get up, but also not wanting them to continue knocking. I have only just got rid of my headache but I know it won’t be long until it’s back again.

Getting up, I make my way over to the door, pulling it open. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but if I were to guess, it would have been anyone but the person who is standing there.

“Danny, what are you doing here?”

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