The doorbell goes, and I raise a brow in question. I didn’t know they were expecting anyone. Gabriel hadn’t said anything when I called.
“That’ll be Jaxson,” he says, answering my unasked question.
My heart skips a beat at the mention of his name.
Typical Leah misses nothing.
I give her a weak smile.
“Jax,” Callum squeals, throwing himself at the man who’s entered the room.
Jax scoops him up and spins him around.
“Hey, scamp, how are you?”
Callum buries his head in Jax’s neck. “Goog,” he says.
Jax looks up, his eyes meeting mine before going to the baby in my arms. His gaze warms.
“Aunty cuddles?” he says.
“I brought some gifts,” I say.
His eyes dart to the twenty bags filled with clothes and toys.
“Kat can’t help herself,” Gabriel says, laughing. “She was as bad when Callum was born. I think she bought out half the toy and clothing stores.”
Jax rolls his lips to stop himself laughing, but his eyes are sparkling. My stomach does a somersault.
I shrug, as I work to control my breathing, aware that my brother and sister-in-law are privy to our interaction.
Jax breaks eye contact as Callum squirms in his arms, asking to be put down. Jax complies and runs off, returning with the large car I bought him as abig-brotherpresent.
“Did Aunty Kat get you this?” Jax asks, dropping onto one knee.
Callum nods and grins, holding it out to him.
“Well, it will go perfectly with this.”
Jax leans behind him and grabs the bag he was carrying when he entered. He digs around and pulls out a large wrapped box.
Callum lets out another squeal, and his sister grumbles her complaint in my arms. I rock her gently until she resettles.
Callum tears open the wrapping, revealing another matching car to the one I bought.
“Great minds,” Gabriel chuckles.
His eyes flash between Jax and me.
“More like we both know what little boys like,” I say, dismissing his claim.
“Thank you, both of you. You’ve spoiled all of them,” Leah says.
Ava opens her eyes and lets out a squeak, her mouth moving sideways against my top as she tries to forage for food.
“Looks like someone is hungry,” Leah says, scooping Ava out of my arms before she can leave a damp patch on my blouse. “If you’ll excuse me, it’s a juggling act of feeding one before the other wakes up and demands her share.”
“I better go,” I say. “Leave you in peace.”
