Faith giggled and then the rest joined. It was hard to imagine a dominant badass like Micah being all maternal.
“Are you all still conscious?” Nathan called from across the room.
The women whipped around on their barstools to see the men trailing into the bar. Lord but they looked good. Although as soon as Connor appeared, Lyric lost all interest in everyone else.
Then Micah appeared and Lyric’s eyes narrowed. She cocked her head to the side before she realized what it was she saw attached to Micah.
The room went dead silent as all the girls focused their attention on Micah. And then Julie shrieked with laughter. She damn near fell off her barstool as she pointed at Micah and laughed her ass off.
“Oh my God!” Julie wheezed. “I win. I win!”
“What the hell do you win?” Faith asked with a frown.
Tears streamed down Julie’s face as Micah fixed her with a ferocious scowl.
“He once bet me that I’d be tamed before he ever would be. We made a bet. Oh my God, I totally win. Look at him. He’s wearing the baby!”
There Micah stood, a rueful, somewhat abashed look on his face, Nia securely attached to his chest in a Snuggie.
The women died laughing and then the rest of the men joined in. Micah rolled his eyes heavenward and then slung an arm around Angelina.
“They’re all just jealous they don’t have my fashion sense,” he muttered. “Nia would make any man look good.”
Damon shot Serena a queasy look. “You aren’t going to make me wear our baby, are you?”
Serena grinned mischievously while the rest of the room roared with laughter. “I don’t know, Damon. You might look cute with a baby strapped to your chest.”
Connor came to stand beside Lyric and wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders as they laughed with the rest of the group. He stared down into her eyes and what she saw reflected in his warmed her to the bone.
“I’m so glad we’re home,” she whispered close to his ear so he could hear over the din.
He kissed her lingeringly, ignoring the rest of the group. “Don’t you know, Lyric? I’m home whenever I’m with you.”
Love and so much joy flooded her soul. Tears glistened in her eyes as she stared around at the friends—family—who meant so much to her.
“Don’t you dare cry,” Julie threatened. “If you make me cry in front of everyone, I’ll kick your ass, Lyric.”
Lyric sniffed. “I love you guys.”
And then the girls all crowded around her, shoving Connor out of the way as they wrapped their arms tightly around Lyric.
“We love you too,” Faith said in her sweet voice.
“Hey, Serena. So who gets to be the baby’s godmother?” Julie asked innocently.
Serena rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’ll wimp out like Angelina and have to name you all. Poor kid. He or she won’t have a chance.”
Lyric gathered them to her again, or as well as she could. Her eyes were all goopy and she probably had mascara everywhere, but she didn’t give a damn. She was with . . . family.