I came hard and fast, every part of me unraveling like the quick tug on a loosethread.
The sound I released wasn’t a scream. It was the sound angels made when they came and the heavensrejoiced.
Didn’t think angels had sex? Well, that was where you’d bewrong.
Still a little dazed, I lay next to Josh. He rested his hand on my belly and smiled at the baby bump—love, pride, and a touch of smugness on his face. “So, any ideas what you want to callhim?”
“Maybe Aidan, Oliver, Nathan, or Lucas. And I like the nameTheo.”
“Do any of them have special significance, or are they just names youlike?”
“If you’re asking me if any of them belong to a male in my life, the answer is no.” I shrugged. “I just like them. What about you? Do you have anysuggestions?”
“I was thinking maybe Noah. After my grandfather. He was the one who helped me get where I amnow.”
“Noah,” I said. “I like it. It’s perfect. What about the middlename?”
“How aboutTrent?”
I pondered it for a second. Despite my feelings for Trent in the past, the name sounded perfect for Josh’s and my son. “Noah Trent Whittaker. I likeit.”
A frown appeared on Josh’s face. “Whittaker? NotHoffer?”
“Since I’m single, doesn’t the baby usually take the mother’s last name?” Not that I was an expert on thetopic.
“Hell if I know. This is all new to me. Maybe it’s talked about inWhat ToExpect.”
Yes—our new bible. Now they just needed to write the sequel—What To Expect When Your Baby’s Father is an NHLPlayer.
It was bound to be anotherbestseller.
“Or I could ask HDF what they think,” Joshsaid.
Good luck with that, Kari’s words from earlier mocked me. Why did I have a feeling their opinion wouldn’t be in myfavor?
I tenderly kissed the corner of his mouth. “We don’t have to decide yet. We still have four months. The main thing is we agree on Noah’sname.”
The more I said it—the more I lovedit.
And so did our son. He leveled a well-aimed kick at where Josh’s hand still rested on mybelly.
“He just kicked you,” I told Josh, smiling again. “Or gave you a highfive.”
Josh kissed me…and dinner was momentarilyforgotten.
Eventually my stomach rumbled after another part of me was thoroughlysatiated.
Josh laughed. “Guess it’s time I feed youtwo.”
We climbed out of bed and had a quick shower, with Josh taking special care with washing my belly. Afterward, he tenderly kissed it. I didn’t know how much more I could take before I fell completely, irrefutably in love with him—something I couldn’t afford todo.
Why? Because there was so much at stake when it came to Noah and when it came Josh’s hockey career. Plus there was still a little thing called my U.S. immigrationstatus.
Nothing wasguaranteed.
By the time we’d finished eating dinner, I could barely keep my eyes open. I yawned. “I guess spending the day with two-year-old twins and all that sex afterward wore meout.”
Josh brushed his thumb against my lower lip. “Why don’t you stay thenight?”
