Page 85 of One Unexpected Gift

They sat in silence, the only sounds coming from Gabby. When she dozed off again, Sky wiped up her milk drool and leaned forward.

“I’ve got her. You go back to sleep.” Nick took the sleeping baby from her arms and set her back in the playpen like he’d done it a thousand times before.

Normally, she had a hard time falling back asleep after the early morning nursing, but not having to get out of bed to change Gabby’s diaper, and then having Nick’s warm body cocoon her, well, sleep came instantly.

The next time she woke, the sun was up, filtering through the blinds. Sky rubbed her eyes and reached for her phone on the bedside table. “Eight o’clock?” There was no way Gabby slept this late.

Sky jumped out of bed and froze when she saw the empty playpen. Turning her gaze to the empty bed, she relaxed her shoulders. Nick must have gotten up with her and brought her downstairs so Sky could sleep.

How could she not fall in love with the man? Knowing her time was limited, she took a quick shower and twisted her wet hair into a bun. Normally, she padded around in her pajamas or leggings in the morning, but since she was a guest, she dressed in jeans and thin pullover.

One look in the bathroom mirror told her she was way underdressed for a birthday brunch in the Pierce oceanfront mansion. She really wished Nick had told her about his family. It wouldn’t have made a difference on her feelings for him, but definitely would have impacted her wardrobe decisions.

As she padded down the stairs, deep voices grew louder.

“You’re not chopping the onions small enough. Like this,” she heard Holden say to someone.

“And that, my friends, is why my big brother can’t get a girl,” Logan said.

“Hey, no complaints. If it wasn’t for Holden we’d be eating at a restaurant and we’d all be losing.”

“Says the guy with the baby and the girl,” Logan countered.

Sky giggled, forced a straight face, then stepped into the kitchen. “Morning.”

The three brothers stood around the enormous kitchen island, each with a task at hand. Holden had a knife in his hand, Logan stood to the side, being taught the proper way to slice and dice, apparently. Nick was at the other end, a large white and blue ceramic bowl in front of him as well as an array of fruit. Camilla turned from her role at the stove, flipping French toast, it seemed.

“You’re not supposed to come down until we call you,” Logan said.

Holden elbowed him in the ribs. “She’s probably looking for Gabriella.”

Nick set down the pineapple he was slicing, wiped his hand on a towel, and crossed the room to her. “How did you sleep?” He placed a kiss on her lips like waking up in the morning and making breakfast for her was an everyday occurrence.

“I seriously can’t remember the last time I slept that well.” She scanned the kitchen for Gabby. “Where–?”

“I’ll get her. She’s entertaining my parents in their room while they wait for breakfast to be ready.”

“Yeah, Dad’s using her as an excuse not to help. Go get his ass out here and tell him to set the table,” Camilla ordered.

“Nice, Cami.” Logan started off and Nick stopped him.

“I’ll get them.” He kissed Sky one more time. “Where would you like to feed her? I’m assuming she’s due?”

She hadn’t realized she covered her breasts with her hand until Nick’s gaze dropped to her boobs. He smirked and she snorted.

“Hey. You can’t fault me. You have the most excellent breasts.” After a third kiss, he headed down the hallway toward his parent’s suite.

Twenty minutes later, when Gabby was fed, and the table set with an assortment of fresh fruit salad, bacon, French Toast, and home fries, they all took their seats.

“Everything smells delicious, children. Thank you.” Isabella filled her plate as the food was passed to her and then to Sky. Travis sat at the other head of the table, Gabriella in his arms facing the family.

“Thank you for inviting me this weekend. I haven’t had a breakfast like this in ages. Do you all cook?” Sky dug into her French Toast. “Camilla, this is amazing.” The buttery, rich bread melted in her mouth.

“It’s the vanilla beans. I’m limited to a handful of dishes. Breakfast is my favorite. I mean, who doesn’t love breakfast for dinner?”

“Holden is the cook in the family,” Logan said. “He tells us what to do, and if we follow his instructions exactly, there’s a seventy-eight percent chance it’ll come out decent.”

“Seventy-eight?” Sky chuckled.

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