"What do you think it is? Boy or girl?"
"What do you think?"
"I want a sister, but a brother would be cool too."
"Either is good enough for me. This is us."
Bending, Rodney kissed him on the forehead.
"Come here baby."
Reaching out a hand, Melanie rubbed his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.
"Goodnight."
"Do you mean it?" she asked him a few minutes later when he set her down on the bed.
"About what?"
"Being okay whether or not it's a boy or a girl."
She rubbed her belly slowly, feeling the baby moving inside her.
Picking up the cocoa butter cream from the night stand, he placed it on the bed and removed her robe, then parted the folds of her thin nightie.
"I do."
Uncapping the bottle, he dipped his fingers in to scoop up some cream and started lathering it on her belly, slowly.
"But you need an heir."
It was a nightly ritual. She had started it and he had taken over.
"I already do. David."
She shook her head, the lump in her throat increasing.
"He's not blood."
He merely lifted a brow as he continued to rub the cream in. He loved this part of their night, where he gets to touch her like this.
"He's my adopted son and bears my name. That means he's legally mine. Are you saying you have an objection to him being my heir?"
"It's just-"
She bit back a moan when his hands went lower.
"I can't concentrate."
"Which is a good thing because I really don't want to hear it. How's this?"
His voice had thickened, warning her that very soon, conversation would become impossible.
"Wonderful."
"Open your thighs."
He put the bottle away and when she did as he ordered, he peeled the panties off.
