“It’s probably Harmony,” Lyric said, sliding off the bed. “Give me a sec.”
* * *
Lyric
I inched open the door and smiled at my sister. “Everything’s okay.”
“I figured.” She handed me my purse. “Should I assume Doom will be bringing you home?”
“She’s not comin’ home tonight,” he countered.
“Hey, you haven’t groveled enough to make that statement, mister,” I bossed.
“Did you tell him?” she whispered.
I smiled and nodded. “It’s all really good, NiNi.”
“I can’t wait to hear about it. Will I see you before we leave?”
“Of course. We’ll be down in a bit.”
“An hour,” Doom countered, and I blushed. “At least.”
“I’ll see you down there,” Harmony said, and I closed and locked the door.
“You think you can last an hour?” I challenged, removing my T-shirt, then slipping out of my skirt.
He knelt in front of me, pressing his lips gently against my belly. “Hey, baby. Daddy here. I need you to look away now. I’m going to do some really nasty things to Mommy, and it might scar you for life.”
I giggled, even as tears filled my eyes. I slid my fingers into his hair and he smiled up at me. “We’re gonna have more,” he avowed.
I nodded, suddenly unable to speak.
“Twelve.”
I chuckled. “Let’s see if I can get this one to stick, okay?”
“We, baby. Let’s see ifwecan get this one to stick. You need to remember we’re in this together.”
“I’m thirty-six, honey, we’re gonna have to get to gettin’ if you want twelve.”
He rose to his feet. “Are you willing to try for three?”
I slid his vest off his shoulders. “Yep.”
“Four?”
I lifted his T-shirt and ran my tongue over his Dogs tattoo. “Sure.”
“Are you trying to distract me from talking about making babies?”
“By getting you in the mood to do the thing that makes them? After you’ve already made one?” I pushed his T-shirt up and off his head. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”
He chuckled, kicking off his boots, then kissing me again as he slid my bra straps down my arms. “Your tits are bigger.”
“There’s no way you’d notice that after a week.”
“I notice everything, Lyric,” he countered, unsnapping my bra and dropping it on the floor. Slipping his hand under the waistband of my panties and between my legs, he smiled. “Soaked.”
