Chapter 231

** Paige’s POV ** If someone had told me eight months ago that the thing most likely to end my mates would be a jar of pickled onions and a tub of vanilla ice cream, I would have laughed in their face, yet here we are. Ryder stands in the kitchen doorway like a man staring down an active crime scene. His hair is a mess, his T-shirt is inside out, and he’s holding a spoon in one hand and a jar of pickled onions in the other, looking like he’s trying to decide which one is more dangerous. Callen is pacing, because that’s what he does best lately. He’s muttering under his breath about “impossible missions” and “hostile environments,” as if late-stage pregnancy is something you can patrol your way through. Parker is the only one who looks remotely calm, but even he has the haunted eyes of a man who has spent the last two weeks googling things like ‘is it normal to cry because toast is too toasty’. Remy is sitting at the table with Jaxon, both of them watching me like I’m a bomb that might