Landrey's POV
I pulled a chair up to the end of the table. I could still fit into the booth, but it wasn't comfortable. The girls were all happy to meet up, and it'd been so long since we had done this. Ellie was sitting beside me with her hands on my stomach feeling the babies move. I swear they don't ever sleep.
"Are they moving?" Amaya asked as she plopped down across from Ellie.
"They are always moving." I told her, and she placed her hands on my stomach as well and they both laughed as they did somersaults. Mila slid in beside Ellie with sunglasses on her face.
"Hungover?" Ellie asked.
"Yes. I got pissed at Damien last night for leaving me with the damn bodyguard and I took it out on a bottle of wine or three."
"I get it, but they had to do that last night," Amaya said,
