“Liv’s preggo,” Lyric said.
“No shit?” he said, his face beaming as he smiled.
“We want to keep it somewhat quiet,” I said. “Just in case, but, yeah. I took a test today.”
“Six,” Doc corrected. “She took six.”
I held my arms out to Doom. “Give me that bundle.”
Doom chuckled, handing me the baby, and I cradled him close. He didn’t even stir as I held him to my chest, kissing his downy, soft head. “Oh my god, I love that baby smell.”
“Come on in,” Doom said. “I’ve got steaks on the grill. Alamo and Jasmine are out back.”
“Where are Quin and Willow?” I asked as we headed into the kitchen.
“They’re on their way,” Lyric said. “Badger and Dash wanted to stop for beer or something.”
I waited for Doom and Doc to walk out to the back before I pulled Lyric aside. “Ronnie called about Sunday School. They’re meeting in a week. You in?”
“Yeah,” Lyric said. “Especially if it means we can deal with this Spiders shit from our side. All this crap is ridiculous.”
“Right?”
“What ended up happening with Marvin?”
I sighed. “Doc won’t tell me the particulars. I think he’s still breathing, but I’m not sure if he’s having to use a colostomy bag or not. All I know is he’s back in custody and Dalton’s assured me personally I’ll be informed immediately if he gets out again. He doesn’t think he will, though.”
“Can you imagine what would have happened if you’d been home?”
I shuddered, sitting on the sofa in the family room. “No. God, I don’t even know how he found me. It’s too scary.”
“Seriously.”
“We’re going to be looking for a place. Something bigger.”
Lyric smiled, sitting beside me on the sofa. “Yeah?”
“I told Doc I want to look around here.”
“Oh my god, that would be so cool. I’ll set you up with Clint. He’s an incredible realtor and knows when stuff’s coming on the market before it does.”
“That would be great. Thanks.”
“Everything better with Doc?”
“So much better.”
Lyric grinned. “Well, next time you want to throw a blender at your man, will you give me time to make popcorn so I can watch?”
“I’m really sorry about that. It was bad form on my part.”
“Are you kidding me? I hated that blender. I love my new one. Thank you for that.”
I grinned. “Well, in the future, I will try to keep my small appliance chucking to the club.”
Lyric frowned. “Killjoy.”
I laughed and Sterling gave a little hiccup. “Oh, sorry, little man,” I crooned.
