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She just lies there, blinking up at us like she doesn’t know what to do with this much attention.

“I have to pee,” she announces.

“Got it,” Gray says, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. I use the opportunity to fluff the pillows on the couch.

Grayson’s carrying her back, complaining that she can walk when the front door slams open.

Hunter walks in, sees Grayson carrying Rilee to the couch, and me kneeling on the floor with a plate of warm dessert.

He stops mid-step. “What the hell is going on?”

“Rilee’s uterus is mad,” I say helpfully.

Grayson adds, “She’s on her period.”

Hunter looks at her.

She shrugs weakly.

Hunter blinks once. Then walks straight past us to the kitchen, muttering, “I’m too sober for this.”

I grin and look at Rilee. “You comfy?”

She sighs and finally—finally—smiles. “Yeah. Actually…I kind of am.”

Grayson gives her a nod like a battlefield medic who’s just stabilized a patient.

And me?

I hand her another brownie.

Because that’s what heroes do.

Grayson parks himself on the floor by her feet like he’s personally guarding her from uterine sabotage.

I’m just about to sit back and enjoy the rare peace when Hunter walks into the living room again.

But this time… he doesn’t yell. He doesn’t scoff. He doesn’t even glare.

He just drops onto the opposite end of the couch with a grunt and starts scrolling through his phone like we haven’t entered an alternate universe.

Rilee’s eyes flick to me. Then to Grayson. Then back to Hunter.

“What?” he mutters, not looking up. “I can sit on a couch.”

“You can,” I agree, cautiously. He just never has if Ri’s in the room.

Hunter finally glances up at her, brow furrowing slightly. “So… this period thing. How long does it last?”

I snort and Grayson groans softly under his breath.

Rilee turns beet red. “That is not how you start a conversation.”

“What? I’m just asking. You said your uterus was ‘trying to kill you,’ and now there’s a heating pad and a brownie emergency. I’m just trying to understand the situation.”

“It’s… usually a few days,” she mutters, pulling the blanket up higher. “Sometimes longer.”

Hunter nods like this is vital team strategy. “And it happens every month?”

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