“You think you can rock my world in four minutes, big guy?”
“Best fucking four minutes you’ll ever have.”
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I must give my husband credit; it was an incredible four minutes. But I had to put my hair up after or risk parading around my son’s first birthday party with sex hair. It seems silly when I think about it since anyone who saw us disappear for that half hour probably knew what we were doing anyway.
I watch him goofing around the yard with his brothers and Blake, keeping Nico and our dog Misha by his side. And I marvel at how great he is with both, especially since it’s clear he’s the center of their worlds.
Misha was Wyatt’s before I got here, but she’s grown attached to me over time. Probably because I’m here with her most of the day working from home. She was how I knew Wyatt would be a good dad when we found out we were pregnant. The proof I needed was how well he already took care of Misha and me. But it wasn’t until Nico was born that I saw how content Wyatt is in his role, which surprises him more than it does me.
Like he knows I’m thinking about him, Wyatt looks up and catches my eye. He winks and returns to whatever game they’re playing out there. I get some water and sit next to Darby on the patio.
“I’m a little pissed at you,” she says.
“Me? Why?”
“Two things. Neither of which you told me but should have.”
“Okay.”
“One.” She looks around to make sure no one is listening. “You’re fucking pregnant again, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” I smile sheepishly. “But Wyatt doesn’t know yet. I want to surprise him for his birthday.”
She rolls her eyes. “You guys are so gross with all the sex and the love and babies. We were almost back at a point where you could go out for drinks, and you go and do it all over.”
I laugh. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“You should be,” she teases. “What about my needs?” She watches the guys in the yard as she drinks her beer, a look on her face I can’t quite identify. “Which brings me to two.”
“The second thing you’re pissed I didn’t tell you?” I confirm.
“Yes.” She turns her head to look at me. “When did your brother get so fucking hot?”
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