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FIFTY ONE. ( did you find your bitch in me? )
"Wow, Em. You really went all out," Miguel commented in amusement as he, Robby, and Emmy walked around the decorated house.
"Of course. I had to," the girl shrugged, swinging her and Robby's hands back and forth. "Plus, I don't trust my dad to plan a gender reveal party for your new sister."
Miguel and Robby glanced at each other and chuckled.
"Emmy, we don't know if it's a girl yet," Robby reminded her.
"It's a girl," she stated like it was a fact. "If I'm wrong, send it back."
"You can't just send a baby back," Miguel laughed.
"I don't care. The last thing we need is a combination of you two running around," Emmy rolled her eyes as the three of them entered the kitchen area where there was a bunch of treats plated neatly on the countertop.
The three of them watched as Sam went to pick up a large vase of flowers by herself, but then Tory stepped in and began to carry the other side of the vase. "Here. Let me help you."
"Oh, thanks."
"I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to that," Miguel commented.
Robby let out a snort. "Better than trying to tear each other's faces off. I'm still not used to Emmy and Sam."
"Hey!" she exclaimed as they reached the outside. "We're trying. It's not exactly easy being sisters again when all I've done the past two years is try to kill her."
"I'm proud of you," Robby simply told her.
Emmy turned to him with a bright smile. "Thank you." And she gave him a sweet kiss.
