Before Regina could respond a server paused offering a tray of flutes filled with champagne. Marcus took one without hesitation but she was tempted to decline. Then she noticed one glass was a little different, the liquid inside slightly darker. With a frown she picked it up and gave it a sniff before tasting it. There was no mistake.
“Sparkling cider,” Ava confirmed holding up her own glass. “I don’t like drinking either.”
“That’s because you usually have a bun in the oven,” Sarah smirked reaching over to pat the other’s baby bump.
“I do not!” Ava exclaimed.
“Oh sweetie,” Aubrey chuckled. “You and Silas are like rabbits. How many are you up to?”
“L-like you’re one to talk,” Ava stuttered blushing red even as Silas leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck. “Do you hear what they are s
