“I’m not giving birth in front of ten frat boys.” Pace releases the breath he’s been holding with a quiet, nervous laugh. “Well, these frat boys are about to become men, because it really seems like he’s coming, Rosi.” Belligerently, I note, “They’re not even our frat!” and Wicker gapes at me. “That’s what you’re worried about?” From across the room, Remy jerks his chin. “Excuse me—nine frat boys and an uncle.” He grins at Kaz. “I’m going to be an uncle.”
