Naomi's POV

“Ohhh my!!!! My kitchen is really becoming chaotic these days. What is happening again today?”

I stood near the stove, baby Aurora balanced on my hip like a queen in her castle, while Rachel and Miles argued about measurements at the big island table.

“Two cups, Rachel. Not three, Unless you want to glue everyone’s teeth shut,” Miles said, leaning over the recipe with his reading glasses perched halfway down his nose.

Rachel made a face at him — a ...