“What in the—” I peek into the dining room and see a banner hanging across the open French doors that says CONGRATULATIONS, MAMA in bright neon colors. Then I see Nessa, Nikita, Rowan, and Ilya standing around, smiling at me. “What is this?” “This is your baby shower,” Rowan announces. “We got you good, didn’t we?” I press a hand to my racing heart. “If scaring me to death is getting me good, then no one has ever done it better.”
