Knowing what she was referring to, a tidal of warm goodness washed through him as he looked to her. “Aye?”
“You?” she pushed.
“Two is good.”
She reached in and stroked JT’s cheek.
He giggled at that too.
“You don’t sound convinced,” she noted.
He looked to her. “That I want weans?”
“That you want two of them.”
“Prefer three.”
Her brows drifted up.
“But I won’t be carrying them around in my body,” he carried on. “So if my woman wants only two, I’ll settle for two.”
Her expression turned triumphant.
He bent to her and kissed her curved lips.
JT landed a baby smack on his jaw while he did, and that meant they were both smiling when they broke.
“I’m visiting a voodoo practitioner to make sure they’re girls,” she warned.
He burst out laughing, and that made JT giggle too.
“Do you want boys?” she asked through it.
“I want healthy weans and a healthy woman when it’s all said and done. Dinnae give a shite what they come out as.”
She frowned. “Don’t say the s-word in front of a baby.”
“Lass, his vocabulary consists of gurgles and whatever sound comes from drooling.”
Her gaze moved to the baby. “Who knows what they soak in at this juncture?”
“Safe to say, with as much research as there’s been put into it, a lot of people ken that at this age, they dinnae understand a thing.” He lifted the baby to bounce him. “If JT starts speaking with a Scottish brogue, we’ll know they’re all wrong.”
“Whatever,” she muttered, then stole the baby from him.
In the last days, it hadn’t been lost on him she enjoyed children. He had to admit, it was a bit of a surprise. She didn’t seem like the hang-with-kids type. Though she talked gibberish to them, and took every chance she could to hold and play with them, she wasn’t the gushing, ooing and ahhing type. It was more she just enjoyed their company.
And he enjoyed that one fuck of a lot.
“Is it freaking you out how easy things are with us?” she asked JT a question aimed at Dair, the gravity in her voice communicating itself to the baby, who in turn assumed an expression like he was trying to understand her.
It was bloody adorable.
“No. Why would it?” he answered.
She turned to him. “It’s a little freaky.”
“It’s not.”
