Amelia lounged on the chaise, the sun warming her skin. She lowered her sunglasses, adjusted her position lazily, and rubbed a hand over her round, pregnant belly.

“This is the life,” she murmured with a satisfied sigh. One minute passed. Then five. Just as she began to drift toward sleep, the sunlight vanished from her skin.

Her brows furrowed. “What the hell?” she muttered, opening her eyes—only to see Genesis standing in front of her, blocking the sun, with Daisy beside her, hands planted firmly on her hips.

Amelia groaned. “What do you want, weirdo?”

Daisy gasped, scandalized. “Lily’s not a weirdo—you are!”

Amelia turned her head slowly toward her....