She wrapped her arms around my waist and dropped her face to my chest. “I can’t do this.”
“Yeah, you can,” I said, stroking her back. “We’re gonna rock the fuck outta parenthood, sweetness, you’ll see.”
“What if something happens?”
My heart broke in two at the sadness in her voice. “If I have to lock you in the barn until you deliver, I will, but everything’s gonna be fine,” I promised. “You’ll be protected. Always.”
“I can’t lose another baby, Tristan,” she rasped.
“Neither can I,” I said. “Which means, we’re gonna make sure this one’s happy and healthy, okay?”
She met my eyes, gripping my cut. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
When she nodded, I grinned, kissing her gently. “Which means, I think we need to start looking for a house.”
She bit her lip. “Can we find something near Doom and Lyric?”
“Yeah, sweetness, we can look in the most expensive part of Savannah, sure,” I deadpanned.
She grinned. “Correct answer, husband.”
“So, shall we go and play with our new nephew?”
Olivia sighed. “Yes, we probably should, huh? Lyric’s been complaining she doesn’t get to see us enough.”
I grinned. “Really proud of you, Liv.”
“Don’t get too excited,” she warned. “The night’s young, they have a brand new blender, and I’m hormonal.”
I laughed and led her down to her car.
* * *
Olivia
“Ifeel like I haven’tseen you in a year,” Lyric complained, hugging me as we walked through the front door.
“I know. I’ll be better about that.” I chuckled, squeezing her gently. “Now that Sterling’s a little bigger, you’ll be able to bring him to the club, too. I feel like things can finally get back to normal.”
“Yes. And I’m pumping as much as I can, so I can feel free to dump after I drink. Oh my god, I want to drink so bad, I can taste it.”
Doc grinned, kissing her cheek. “You’re free to have a glass of wine, Lyric, without dumping.”
“Yeah, well, I want the fucking bottle, Doc, so I should probably pump and dump,” she joked. “Come in. I have lemon drops chilled and waiting.”
“Ah...um, I’m not drinking,” I hedged.
Lyric spun to face me and grabbed my arms. “Because...?”
“Well, what had happened was...”
“You’re pregnant?”
I nodded and she let out a squeak, pulling me in for a hug.
“Everything okay?” Doom asked, appearing before us, carrying Sterling against his chest.
