CHAPTER 41
Sadie
THREE YEARS LATER
“Sadie, come on,” Devon says. “Let me hold JJ for a bit.”
“No, babe. I don’t want to risk you getting broody again.”
“That’s a good one coming from you.” Devon rolls her eyes at me.
As if he can sense his aunties are fighting over him, little Jack Junior starts crying. It doesn’t start with a soft whimper as a warning sign. This baby goes from totally quiet to full-blown wailing in a split second.
“How about I take him.” Sam swoops in. “Unless you want to change his diaper.”
“Sadie should do it,” Devon says. “She could do with the experience.”
Sam quirks up his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you’re also thinking about adding to the Ireland clan.”
“We’re only forty-three. It’s still possible,” I say, not because I mean it, but just because I’m among
