Laughter explodes around the room, rolling through every person like a wave. Even Mason’s lips twitch into a reluctant smile.

Philip’s eyes narrow into dangerous slits as he fixes his glare on me. "Don’t encourage this," he mutters darkly.

"Lighten up, babe," Cora chides, swatting his broad shoulder playfully. "They’re toddlers. It’s not that serious."

"That kid is two years older than my baby girl," Philip grumbles, his lips curling in distaste. "It’s ...