As the night stretched on, the house settled into a comfortable hum. The kids, exhausted from running around all evening, had claimed the couch, curled up under blankets as a movie played softly in the background. The adults lingered around the dining table, plates pushed aside, conversations slowing into something quieter, more reflective.

Natalia glanced at the clock-it was late. Later than she realized. She could see it in the way Trinity leaned into Jimmy's side, in the way Solo's wife stifled a yawn. Even Roman, always the composed one, looked like he was considering calling it a night.

She bit her lip, debating for a moment before finally speaking up. "Y'all don't have to drive home this late."

Jey, who had just returned from tucking Malakai into bed, raised a brow. "You sayin' we should crash here?"

Natalia nodded. "Yeah. I mean, the kids are already asleep, and I've got space. No point in waking them up just to drag them home."

Trinity smiled. "Girl, you sure? You got a whole crew in here."

Natalia smirked. "Please, this isn't my first time dealing with a house full of people." She shot Roman a look. "You remember those summer nights at my family's place?"

Roman chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah. Felt like half the neighborhood stayed over."

Jimmy stretched, clearly liking the idea. "Well, if you insist, I ain't gonna argue. I'm too full to be driving anyway."

Solo gave a small nod, already leaning back in his chair like he was settling in.

Jey studied Natalia for a moment before stepping closer, lowering his voice just enough for only her to hear. "You sure? You don't gotta do all this."

Natalia met his gaze, something steady in her expression. "I want to."

That was all the confirmation Jey needed. He reached out, squeezing her hand briefly before turning back to the others. "Aight, y'all heard her. Looks like we havin' a sleepover."

Jimmy grinned. "Bet. Who's making breakfast in the morning?"

Natalia laughed. "If y'all behave, I might."

That earned a round of cheers, and just like that, the night stretched on a little longer, the house feeling less like a temporary gathering and more like a home.