That was when Lily leaned in, her lips curling into a smirk.
"Then it's settled. Let's throw a party for Ross—one of those nights he'll never forget. We'll pamper him, tempt him, and when he's at his limit…" She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "…we'll make sure he fills every single one of us with so much come until we can't walk the next day."
Their giggles erupted instantly, drawing curious looks from a nearby jeweler, but the women didn't care.
They clung to each other's arms, half in laughter, half in wicked anticipation.
As they moved through the market, they weren't just shopping for trinkets anymore—they were scouting for the perfect decorations, outfits, and little surprises for the night ahead.
Lily, however, walked with a softer smile, her heart already imagining what it would feel like to hold Ross's child.
The thought sent a warm, almost dizzying happiness through her.
