Christmas was different this year. There were more people between marriages and children, yet it still felt like something had been missing; Zin knew it was because Daffy hadn’t been there, although she tended to gravitate and spend most of the night with her. This time around she and Dahlia had spent a lot of time talking, although often they found that their sister was the center of their conversation, wondering how she was doing and when they might be able to see her. When the invitation came to do so three weeks later, Zin had jumped at the chance to celebrate her sister’s birthday.

Rhys had gone home to put Emery down for the night, leaving Zin to spend some time alone with her sister. She settled into the chair next to Daffy with a soft sigh, glancing at her belly. Zinnia understood how uncomfortable pregnancy was near the end. “You can also use lavender in cooking, although I’m afraid you’ll need to ask your Aunt Dahlia to help with that. Or even your Uncle Quin.” It was a well known fact that Zinnia couldn’t cook to save her life.

“It’s also good to help you sleep,” She said, this time turning her focus to Daff. She looked like she might fall asleep here soon, too. “Do you need anything?”

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