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I chuckled when she didn’t even spare me a reply before she ran off in search of my son.

“Hey, Angel,” said a velvety voice that still made my heart pound and knees weak.

I looked up to see Lan and Astor walk toward me.

Lan was still as breathtaking as he was back in the day. With his tousled brown hair and smoldering brown eyes, he was literal perfection pulling off the latest ugly sweater I made him like a model on the front cover of a magazine. And so was my smiling boy who walked hand in hand with his dad.

“Hey Mom.” Astor fist pumped me before running off to play with his friends who were busy climbing up the tree house Lan built for me. Our entire backyard as loud a mini fun fair at this point.

“Hey Mom,” Lan repeated the same words as his son. Only his sultry tone made me want to squeeze my thighs together. Lan’s hand curved over my ass and pulled me to him.

“You can’t call me that in front of all the kids,” I whispered against his lips, “And you certainly can’t touch me like that.”

“I can do anything I want to my woman.” He bit my lower lip before smoothing his over it.

“Not now. Tonight,” I promised with a smile.

“Fine,” he groaned, not before kissing me senseless and joining Mikey, Lily, Evy, and Emmie on the table I set up for us adults.

Matty and Sierra were already here, so that meant everyone was here, and it was time to cut the cake.

I trudged inside the house just as Matty and Sierra walked in, their dress crumpled, hair all over the place with a slight flush on their cheeks. I knew exactly what they did.

“Please don’t tell me I need to sanitize my supply closet,” I remarked, which only made Sierra turn beet red.

“Don’t worry, sister,” Matty said, smiling. “It wasn’t the supply closet.”

Sierra elbowed his ribs. “I’m sorry, Katy. I swear it wasn’t my fault. It was Matty.”

“Fine, you two.” I held up a hand. “I need to go get the birthday girl,” I said.

“Oh, please also find Soa for us. I miss my baby girl. She’s somewhere with Luka,” Sierra called out just as I walked away.

“Done.”

The first two mini people I ran into in the hallway were Jae and Aaron.

“Aaron, it’s my birthday.”

“So?” my son mumbled.

“So I can get whatever I want.” Jae countered with sass. “And I want a picture with you.”

“No.” He glared at her and tried to walk away, but she wouldn’t let him.

Her hands spread out, blocking his path. “No, I want a picture now.” She stomped her feet.

“I don’t want a picture with you. Are you deaf? Can’t you hear?” Aaron slithered out his teeth.

Even then, her determined expression didn’t fade.

“Aaron Greigewood, you will not speak to a girl that way,” I mustered the steeliest tone as I reprimanded my son. “If Jae wants a picture, then you’ll do so without complaining.”

As much of a rude and broody brat my son was, he listened to his mother and nodded.

“Good, now both of you stand together, and I’ll take a picture.”

“Thanks, Auntie, K.” Jae grinned at me, handing me the phone while she sashayed off to Aaron’s side, who stood stiff as a board as she calmly leaped to her toes and draped herself around his shoulders.