Georgia's POV
The moment we stepped inside, I was immediately greeted by the most mouthwatering aroma. My stomach gave a little growl, reminding me that three hours on the road had worked up quite the appetite. If the scent alone was this heavenly, then Nick's mom had to be an amazing cook.
"At last! You two are finally here—can we eat now?" Vicky's cheerful voice carried across the room. She rushed over, wrapping us in a welcome hug before pressing a neatly wrapped box into Nick's hands.
"Happy birthday, brother," she teased with a mischievous grin. "I expect a niece or nephew by your next one."
Heat rushed to my cheeks as everyone chuckled, and Nick embraced her in return, his grin wickedly boyish. "Well, I hope this gift comes with a bank account that has at least a million. That way, your future niece or nephew will be set for life."
