Ronan and Lachlan are both hunched over a table, staring at the baby on top of it like they’re trying to work out a puzzle of some sort. Alexei is supervising from the side as is Daisy from down below. “No, see these little flips go like so,” Ronan says as he points at the diaper on the table. “I don’t think they do, Fitz,” Crow argues. “They don’t stay like that.” “Maybe you could tape them,” Alexei offers. I clear my throat from the door, and all three of them look at me like deer in the headlights. Ronan’s cheeks flush, and so do Lachlan’s. Something I never in a million years thought he
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