“Is your uncle a little playboy?” Indy asks my son, which gets him giggling. “Yes, he is. He’s a playboy, huh?” “You talking about me, Ind?” I hear as the front door closes. “No, Zee, not everything is about you.” “Good luck convincing him of that,” Stevie says, hand on her belly. “Hello, my beautiful, radiant best friend.” Indy hugs her future sister-in-law, all while holding my son on her hip. “If by radiant you mean hungry and cranky all the time, yes, I’m so radiant.” “The most radiant,” Zanders says with a kiss to the top of her curls.
