I was really hoping she’d pick something like Aston or Axel, maybe Ryder, but she was stuck on Jonas. So we’re gonna have a little Joe running around and…
My lips twitch before I can stop them.
Jonas McAvoy.
Yeah, it’s got a good ring to it.
Lil’ Joe.
My lil’ Joey.
A sudden vision of him forms in my mind.
Will he be blond like me?
Will his skin be dark like Nylah’s?
Or will he be a blend of us both?
The twins definitely surprised us, so who knows what this one will do.
When the girls were born, I was expecting two little blends—darker skin, probably brown eyes with curly black hair.
But nope, we got one pale-skinned, brown-eyed blondie and one dark-skinned, blue-eyed beauty with thick black curls just like her mama’s.
I love how different they are, yet they share some of the same mannerisms. You’d never guess they’re twins. You probably wouldn’t even guess they’re sisters.
Pulling up outside the Joneses’ residence, I go to get out and collect my babies when Nylah stops me with a hand to my arm.
“Caveman,” she whispers.
I turn back to look at her.
“I know this is all really overwhelming right now, and I’m not saying we have to decide on the spot or anything, but just know…”
I swallow as she pauses to lick her lips.
“Just know that you’re capable of anything. You’re an amazing man, a good father, a wonderful husband. And you can be a successful business owner too.”
She’s so fucking sure of me.
How the hell did I score this woman?
I have no idea what to say, so I simply lean over and kiss her lips. Her pretty, plump lips, which I love so much. I love the shape of them, the taste of them… I love the way they smile. I don’t even mind it when they frown.
I love them because they belong to her, and she is everything.
“Love you, Kitten.” My voice comes out all husky and gruff.
She grins and presses a final kiss to my lips before the front door opens and two excited four-year-olds start careening toward us.
As usual, Harley runs straight for her mom while I gather Portia into my arms.
“How’s my girl?” I stare into her bright blue eyes and am rewarded with a sparkling smile.
“Good. We’ve been baking!”
“Nice.”
