“Thank you, Apa.” Adam retreated out of the cafeteria. “What are you two still doing here? Go and give your girl my warmest congratulations.” Tobias shoved Asher. “Oh, and, Celeste, I will gladly babysit Asher’s jittery ass again, but on one condition: if it’s a boy, he grows up in my guild.” I cupped my enormous belly as Asher finally walked over to me, turquoise eyes aglow with exhilaration. “I don’t know, brother . . . The New York male guild has an air hockey table and a pool table.”
