I drop my purse on the sofa as quietly as I can, but it doesn’t matter.

The Farm, which is actually an old plantation-style house on a few acres of land that my family has had for decades, is bustling with activity. The noise level makes one thing clear: my entire family is here. There are laughs ringing through the air, the sound of the television on some sports channel, and footsteps coming from every direction. As much as I hated leaving Dominic earlier, I love walking into this just as much.

My twin sister, Sienna, is sitting on a stool at the kitchen island watching our mother get things organized. The rest of the family dots the living room that’s open to the kitchen. My brothers Barrett, Graham, Ford, and Lincoln are all discussing some business matter with our father. Lincoln holds his new son, Ryan, while his wife, Danielle, smiles adoringly through the window from the back porch.

Next to her outside is Barrett’s wife, Alison, Ford’s wife, Ellie, and Graham’s girlfriend, Mallory. Mal is telling some story and Ellie is laughing, one hand on her pregnant belly.

A grin stretches across my face as I take them all in. Even though I’m the youngest, even younger than Sienna by two minutes, and am treated as such by everyone, there’s nothing that makes me happier than being surrounded by them.

As I try to figure out how to assimilate and not draw attention to the fact I’m late—something the Landry’s don’t tolerate well—Barrett’s son, Huxley, comes around the corner.

“Your dad was looking for you a few minutes ago,” he whispers conspiratorially. “I told him I was pretty sure I saw you earlier.”

“Thanks, Hux,” I say, hitting the brim of his purple baseball cap.

My brother, Barrett, officially adopted Huxley a few weeks ago when he married Huxley’s mother, Alison. I didn’t really know the eleven-year-old very well until that night. When I woke up in the middle of the night for a drink, I found him at the kitchen island with a plate of cookies, glass of milk, and a lot of questions on his mind. We bonded over those cookies, both not completely sure—in our own ways—what the future held for us. We each knew what we wanted. The problem is, neither of us felt like we had any power over it. We were at the mercy of other people’s decisions.

“Camilla Jane,” my father’s voice booms through the room. “Are you just getting here?”

“I’ve been here a while,” I say, ignoring Huxley’s red cheeks beside me. “I had a call I had to take outside.”

Dad looks at me like he doesn’t quite believe my story, but is redirected by something Ford says. When I look at my brother, he mouths “You’re welcome.”

While Sienna is closest to Lincoln, the youngest out of the boys, I’m closer with Ford. He and I both favor Mom a little more than Dad. We have a more compassionate side, and are maybe slightly less ambitious than our overachieving siblings. He’s definitely the one I can go to for advice and won’t just write me off as a pain in the butt.

“Let’s go find your mama,” Lincoln says to baby Ryan. He lifts off the couch and follows me as I head to the kitchen. “You have a hickey on your neck.”

“What?” I almost yell, clapping a hand to the base of my throat. My mind immediately goes back to Dom as I try to figure out when he did it.

Lincoln’s laugh comes immediately. “I’m kidding. But a call? Really, Cam? Your lying game blows.”

“I hate you,” I say, trying to laugh but still feeling the panic. “That wasn’t funny.”

“No, it was. It was also very telling.”

“Don’t, Linc,” I warn. “Don’t go there.”

“We’re going to meet him sooner or later, you know.”

“Maybe not,” I shrug, ignoring his protest as I climb onto a stool beside my sister. “Hey, Sister. Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, Camilla,” Mom says from the sink. “Nice of you to bless us with your presence.”

“I was …” I start to give her the same story, but her quirked brow stops me. “I’m starving. When are we eating?”

Wiping her hands on a white towel, she faces me. Her eyes twinkle in a way that only happens when all of her kids, and now grandkids, are home. She’s in her element, and by the way she’s almost hopping on the balls of her feet, very excited to hear Ford and Ellie’s news. “Let me grab Ellie and see if she’s ready.”

“Don’t pressure her, Mom,” Sienna laughs.

“I won’t. I mean, I’ll try not to.”

As she heads out the sliding glass door, Sienna looks at me. “I take it you had a good day.”

“I did, thank you very much.”

“Should I ask?”

“Do you need to?”

She grins, swirling a straw in the tea in front of her. “No. You have that freshly-fucked look on your face. It’s pretty, actually. Reminds me of the new blush I just bought.”

“I’d rather get my blush from Dom.”

“I can’t say I blame you,” she laughs. “How are things going with him?”

“They’re going …”

“Ellie was hoping you’d bring him tonight,” Sienna say, choosing her words carefully.

I slump in my chair. “You know I can’t bring him here.”

“If you’re going to keep seeing him, Cam, you’re going to have to bring him around. You can’t keep these parts of your life separate forever.”

“And subject him to them?” I say, jabbing a thumb over my shoulder towards our brothers. “Who would rip into him first?”

“I think Dom can handle himself. Besides,” she says, shoving the glass away, “haven’t you met his family?”

“No. I mean, I’ve met Nate and Ryder, but that’s it.” I look at the marble counter, the gold flecks sparkling. “I don’t know for sure how much family he has, really,” I admit.

Sienna leans across the chair, her arms resting on the countertop. Her eyes, the exact same color blue as mine, narrow.

“It’s not a normal relationship,” I offer before she can start asking questions. “You know this.”

“Because you don’t want it or he doesn’t?”

Hearing the door open behind us and my sister-in-laws’ voices ringing through the air, I feel anxiety kick me in the gut. “It’s not like we met online and courted each other,” I hiss. “He showed up at my house to fix my air conditioning and—”

“Your air is broken?” Mom asks from behind me. “Have you called anyone?”

“Oh, she called someone,” Sienna snorts as I elbow her in the side.

“It’s fine now, Mom,” I say, glaring at my sister. “What did Ellie say?”

Mom points across the room. I follow her gesture and see Ford and Ellie standing in the front of the living room, the same spot they were married in a few weeks ago. Ellie is snuggled under Ford’s arm as they both wear massive grins.

“I believe my wife promised you all a little bit of news today,” Ford teases.

“It’s a girl, isn’t it?” I ask, swiveling around in my seat. “Please, please, tell me it’s a girl.”

“We don’t know,” Ellie says. “That’s not the surprise.”

“It’ll be a girl because Ford isn’t quite the man I am to get a boy,” Lincoln says, getting a jab in the side from Danielle. He pretend-winces, earning a disapproving glance from Dad.

“Want to do a little man vs. man?” Ford offers with a smirk. “I believe the last time I had you tapping out in three seconds.”

“I just had a baby,” Lincoln protests.

“Excuse me?” Danielle laughs. “I believe I had the baby.”

“Enough,” Mom interjects, holding her hands out. “Stay focused, children. Ellie, dear, would you like to please put me out of my misery and give us your news?”

Ellie smiles, still not quite sure what to do with the entire Landry clan at once. “Well, Mrs. Landry—”

“Vivian,” Mom cuts her off. “For the hundredth time, it’s Vivian. Or Mom. Or Grandma,” she adds. “But not Mrs. Landry. That was my mother-in-law, God rest her soul.”

“Vivian,” Ellie starts again, “the news is …” She looks around the room, fiddling with the hem of Ford’s shirt. “The news is there are two Landry babies on their way.”

“What?” I shout, jumping off my chair as the family erupts. Everyone talks at once, questions shouted from across the room, Sienna and I wearing the cheesiest smiles of our life. “You’re having twins? Oh my God! This is fantastic!”

“Hey!” Ford laughs, motioning for us to settle down. Once we’re quieted, he continues. “We aren’t done.”

“Don’t tell me it’s triplets!” Sienna squeals.

Barrett, his hand holding Alison’s, shoves away from the wall and walks to the front of the room. He tries to hide the shit-eating grin on his face but fails. “Huxley! Come here, son,” Barrett calls out.

Hux strides into the room like a peacock. He’s changed out of his plaid button-up and is now wearing a white t-shirt with big, black letters: BIG BROTHER TO-BE.

“Barrett?” Mom says, her jaw dropping to the floor. “Alison?”

“Great,” Graham groans from the sofa. “That leaves me as the only non-child-bearing Landry man.” Mallory gives him a pointed look that makes us all laugh.

“Alison and I are expecting just a week after Ford and Ellie,” Barrett announces. “We are having the second Landry baby.”

Sienna and I race to Alison, swamping her with hugs and congratulations. She and Ellie both beam, their faces already hosting the glow of pregnancy, as my brothers stand by like they just won a gold medal.

“Congrats, Barrett,” I say, giving him a hug.

“Thanks, Swink.”

“You know you have to move back to Savannah, right? I need my little niece here to spoil rotten.”

“Although it’s a boy,” Barrett laughs, “Alison and I have decided it’s best I don’t make a bid for the Presidency and we’ll move back home after this term.”

“Seriously? That’s fantastic!”

“Where else should we be starting a family than with family, right? And with Ryan here and Ford’s baby coming right around ours, it would be fun for them to grow up together.”

“You’re making me look bad,” Graham says, coming up behind me and pulling Barrett in a half-hug. “Congrats, man. I wish you would’ve put it off a little longer, but I can’t blame you.”

“You need to get in on the action,” I tell Graham. “We need a little mini-CEO around here to keep the next generation in line.”

His brow pulls tight, his jaw clenching. “That’s a conversation for a different day.”

“Fine, fine,” I say, holding my hands up. “No pressure.”

Turning away, I intend to head to the kitchen, but find myself on the back patio. It’s one of my favorite spots on the estate. The view over the lawn, the tree line, the edge of the lake that you can glimpse through the trees, is so peaceful. Climbing onto the porch swing, I feel the warm breeze against my face.

The ruckus in the house is still in full effect, the noise drifting through the windows and walls. An excitement races through my veins for my brothers and their wives, but a little dose of loneliness sits squarely in my chest.

All I’ve ever wanted to be in life is my mother. I’ve wanted a family, to work for charities, to have a fabulous husband and sweet, gorgeous children, and make dinners like you see on the covers of a magazine. As a little girl, I would play in front of my plastic kitchen for hours, making meals for my baby dolls.

I got a degree in liberal arts because my parents demanded we go to college but nothing felt right to me. Nursing, teaching, business—squeamish, cringes, yawns. College was just a filler, something to take the space from high school until I met the man that would sweep me off my feet.

Yet here I am. On a path that looks nothing like that.

Twenty-five years old. Dating—if you can call it that—a man that I have no future with, yet can’t leave alone. The charity work I thought called my name is only semi-satisfying, and I’m left with major holes in what I thought I would be my life by now.

“You’re so stupid,” I say to myself as I pull out my phone. I scroll until I find his name and pull up my texts.

Me:Hey.

Dom:You suppering?

Me:Not yet. My brother is having a baby. Everyone is celebrating.

Dom:Didn’t you know that?

Me:Another brother.

Dom:It’s a fucking baby factory over there.

Me:I guess so. LOL

Dom:Shoot me a text when you make it home. K?

Me:Ok. Be careful.

Dom:Enjoy your dinner party.

Me:That was written with sarcasm. I can feel it.

Dom:I always make sure you feel it, babe.

With a laugh, I tuck my phone away. His statement is true—he does make me feel it. He makes me feel a whole hell of a lot more than I can afford to.