Liam must have gathered up Gage and Ty on the way in because all three are fussing over the mama-to-be. “Freckles! Holy shit! A miniature Freckles,” Ty bellows. Ivy’s voice is fainter, but filled with so much joy that it causes a crest of emotion to swell inside my chest. “Or a miniature Chief,” she counters. “Fuck, that could be fun too,” Liam says. “We get to boss this one around.” Ivy laughs. “That’s an angle I haven’t—” “Fuck that. I want a girl,” Gage barks in his gruff tenor.
