“Your gift, remember?”
“Nap first. Then gift. Then Finn and Aoife’s.”
I grinned. “Oh, no. You wanted to see it, and I always give you what you want, don’t I, Camille?”
A whimper escaped her. “Yes, Brennan.”
“Do you like what I give you?”
She stretched, luxuriously, languidly. “Always.”
Unsurprised when she draped herself onto me, head propped on my shoulders, arms dangling over them too, I hit the “open doors” button before I moved away from the wall.
Thirty seconds later, we were home.
The silence was always a relief after a family get-together, and my ears rang with it.
“You know, when I was a kid, I’d never have said it was possible for us to be louder.”
Camille stroked my jaw, her fingers lax. “The more the merrier.”
“The more happy I am to get home,” I corrected wryly, allowing the peace to saturate my eardrums. “I love them but fuck, they’re a lot all at once.” Leaving peace would be hard, but Roman would love Christmas morning with all his family around.
“They’ll only get worse as we start having more kids.”
I paused in the hall. “You have something to tell me, baby?”
She hesitated. Then, her pussy tightened around me when my cock grew hard.
I jerked my head backward so that I could stare at her, but her gaze turned shy.
“Don’t hide from me,” I warned, voice gruff.
Her throat bobbed. “Not yet.”
“Oh?”
She shrugged. “Would it be so bad?”
“You know it wouldn’t. I’d love Roman to have siblings. Hell, you can feel my reaction. More of you to love.” Still, I studied her. “You nervous? Why aren’t you looking at me?”
Sucking her top lip between her teeth, she nibbled on it. “I thought I was and I wasn’t, and I got excited even though I’m still on the shot. Dumb?—”
“Never dumb.” I growled the words. “And if you want another of my babies, then fuck if we won’t make that happen.”
The idea of her round with my child again—Jesus.
She’d about killed me when she’d carried Roman. So fucking delicate, so fucking fragile, yet so fucking strong at the same time.
“Brennan,” she said around a laugh that ended with a moan as my cock shifted from a semi to full, and I was too fucking old for that. “We can’t?—”
“Sure we can. When’s your next doctor’s appointment?”
Her eyes widened. “You really mean it?”
“Of course I do.”
“Beginning of February.”
