Page 117 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Which coffee shop? There’s like seven on campus.

Sunny:

The one near the student administration building. I’m not sure what it’s called, but there’s a ton of blue signs and seating outside.

Storm:

I know the one. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

Istared down at my phone. Of all the times for Sunny to message me and demand to see me, only days after Kennedy had given birth seemed a bit extreme.Then again, if anyone appreciated how difficult the first days were postpartum, it was Sunny.

Shoving my phone into my back pocket, I padded out of Charlie's bedroom, where Charlotte was fast asleep, and down to the living room, where Micha was watching TV.

“Sunny just texted me, insisting I get my ass to the student center at the university right now—it sounds important. Is it okay if I vanish for an hour?”

Micha muted the TV, turning to me with a frown. “That sounds ominous. What has that little spitfire been up to?”

Storm shrugged. “I don’t know, but I hope she’s been using her powers for good. The only sliver of information she gave me was that it would help with Kennedy’s university situation.”

“It better be good if she’s dragging you away from our omega when she had a baby just a few days ago. We can hold down the fort. Kennedy and Samuel have been relaxing all day, and Charlotte is absolutely exhausted from Charlie taking her to the indoor playground this morning.”

I nodded. “Thank you. Will you let the others know where I am if they ask? I’ve got my phone on loud. I would go say goodbye to Kennedy, but I don't want to disturb her if she's asleep.”

“Yeah, never disturb a new mom’s sleep. Eli made the mistake of waking her last night to see if she wanted a grilled cheese sandwich, because she hadn't eaten, and she threw a pillow at his face. Pretty sure if there’d been something moresolid in the nest, she would have thrown that at him instead.” He grinned. “I fucking love her.”

“Me too,” I said softly. Kennedy was a live wire and so goddamned sweet, the idea of her throwing things was probably more adorable than terrifying.

I knew the exact coffee shop where my sister wanted to meet, so I headed straight there. I didn't have to look too hard for Sunny because she was sitting at one of the outside tables, two take-out cups of coffee in hand as she sat with a blonde girl wearing a puffer jacket.

The second girl was oddly familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen her before.

“This better be good,” I said as I approached the girls.

“Stormy! Take a seat.” Sunny beamed, thrusting a cup into my hands. I took a sip and grimaced. It was full of sugar and syrup, just the way Sunny liked it. “This is Bethany!” She gestured to her friend, who nodded.

I didn't have time to figure out what Sunny wanted or why she had bothered to bring a friend with her, so I was blunt.

“Nice to meet you. Sorry to cut right to the chase, but Kennedy's waiting for me at home. What is going on, Sunny?”

My sister rolled her eyes, a huge grin on her face. “Beth is a friend of Kennedy’s,” she supplied. “I reached out to her when I realized we have a common enemy that needs squashing.”

A lightbulb went off in my head as I shook my head lightly. “Shit! I’m sorry. You’rethe Bethany she’s always texting?”

“I am!” She nodded. “I was actually there the first day she met you,Charlie,” she said pointedly, raising her brows, making it clear she knew just how much of a shithead I was.

“I’m trying to redeem myself, though I’m not doing great at it.”

Bethany shrugged. “You’re doing okay. Kennedy loves you, that’s what matters.”

Sunny nodded. “So, Bethany has a friend who will be joining us in a moment. They’re going to be helping us.”

“I-I would hardly call him a friend,” she stammered, a blush rising in her face. “I only offered him some free skating lessons for his daughter if he helped out.”

Sunny snorted. “That was after he went all alpha on you for saying you needed legal help! He was allare you safeanddo you need help.It was honestly kind of hot.”

I was struggling to keep up with their conversation. I didn’t know if it was due to stress or lack of sleep, but I wasn’t able to keep up with Sunny’s usual enthusiastic conversation. “I’m lost…” I trailed off.

Sunny glanced back at me, a knowing grin on her face. “We've managed to obtain enough evidence for Kennedy to be completely exonerated and take that bitch Lorna down.”

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