Georgia's POV
Having nine people squeezed into Nick's penthouse all at once made the space feel alive in a way I hadn't experienced before. The dining table only sat eight, so Liam and Oliver claimed the kitchen island, laughing between bites like it was their usual spot.
The room was loud with chatter, clinking utensils, and the girls' giggles, when Nick's phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the screen and answered without hesitation. "Send her in."
"She's here already?" Vicky perked up, her fork pausing mid-air.
"As fast as lightning," Nick replied with that smug little smirk that made Liam and Oliver chuckle knowingly.
"Who?" I asked, glancing around the table.
Nick met my gaze, his lips curving. "Mom."
Before I could even process it, the door opened. Nick and I stood, but the elegant woman who stepped inside didn't bother with greetings, she walked straight past us with the kind of presence that filled the room in an instant.
