Page 48 of Endless Harmonies

“Oops,” I tease. “Did she say if she was successful yet?”

“She texted me earlier to tell me that she was having a productive day, and sent me a thumbs up and an angel emoji when I asked if she found a dress,” Turner chuckles, folding himself into a sitting position.

His phone rings, and he glances down at it.

“It’s Jordan,” he murmurs, hitting the video call.

“Oh… video? Oh my goodness,”he coos as he sees the babies on the floor. “Tummy time is such hard work. Saira looks about done.”

Glancing over, I see that my daughter has put her head on her hands and is passed out asleep. Smirking, I stroke her soft baby hair.

“We’ve only been at this for a few minutes,” I tell him, amused. “She sleeps a lot. Sometimes I worry if that’s normal.”

“Sairais tiny, she needs the rest to grow.”Jordan shrugs. “Do they have a doctor appointment anytime soon?"

“Next week,” I confirm. “It’s going to be an insane few weeks, but it’ll be fine. Lennon has therapy appointments, wedding stuff, and the baby appointment next week.”

“We did most of it today, actually,”Jordan explains. “She and Layla had virtual meetings with the florist and the bakery for the cake in between her bridal shop appointments. Now, I’m coordinating with the resort restaurant for food. Otherwise, everything is done. In some ways, a destination wedding is easier to plan.”

“What kind of food?” Turner asks. “I only ask because Ror will.”

“I was thinking of a taco bar, salad bar, and brownie sundae bar since it’s such a small guest list,”Jordan says. “Does that work?”

“Aye, sounds delicious. Thank you Jordan!” Roark calls out from the kitchen.

Jordan smirks in smug amusement. “I had a feeling he was listening somewhere. Anything else you need help with or questions? I heard Lenny found a dress too.”

“Aye, she did. She’s on the way home. Thank you for everything. I think we have everything else covered. Are we flying down or driving?” Turner asks.

“I figured driving would be easier with the kids, because they’re already used to it,”Jordan suggests. “It’s about a five hour drive. I could book the private plane but…”

“Don’t babies scream when their ears pop?” I wince. “Yeah, no. We’ll just drive.”

“Actually, I cleared it with the label, and they’re offering a driver and the tour bus,” Jordan says. “It’ll be an easy drive, with room for everything. Tori, Tesa, and everyone will be driving in several cars behind you. So it’ll be a caravan.”

“The more I hear, the more excited I get,” Turner admits. “What do you need from us?”

“Show up at your tux fitting tomorrow,” Jordan orders. “You won’t have a long honeymoon…”

“That’s fine, we’ll wait for the kids to be a little older.” Turner shrugs. “I want to see what they do when they see sand.”

“Eat it?” Jordan snorts. “It’ll definitely be an adventure. Know that everything is handled, and you’ll be married to Lennon in just a couple of weeks. Snuggle those babies. Talk soon.”

The sound of the tumblers turning over at the front door alert me to Lennon’s arrival with Layla. Devlin’s down for the count on the play mat I set out for both of them, and I stare at them fondly.

“Did you wear out the babies while I was gone?” Lennon asks with a smile. She’s wearing an off the shoulder sweater dress and boots, and I know for a fact that she has a knife hidden in one of them. I watched her slide it into the hidden compartment.

“We were doing tummy time,” I explain. “Apparently it’s really hard work.”

“My boobs feel like they’re going to explode. I need my pump or Orion.” She winces. “I’m only slightly kidding about using him for my milk.”

“Lalalala,” Layla says, waving at us before going to the kitchen. “I don’t need to hear this!”

“As much as I would love to help you with this my way,” Orion says, walking in with her breast pump. “Maybe this will be better suited.”

“I feel like a cow,” she whimpers, pulling down her clothes.

The sound of the pump makes me press my lips together to hold back a smile. “You’re gorgeous,” I remind her. “Your body gave us beautiful babies and feeds them too.”

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