“He’s gorgeous, guys,” I gush.
“He’s perfect.” Evan sighs, looking down at him.
“What did you call him?”
“Levi,” Evan answers.
Oh, my goodness, little Levi.My little Levi.You are going to be so loved, my little man. “You’re creating your own rock band with those names.”
“Dirty Texas 2.0.” Evan chuckles.
“No. My boys will not be womanizing rock stars,” Sienna adds.
“Hey, I turned out fine,” Evan says.
“Took you a bit, but you did,” I tease.
“You want to hold him, Uncle D?” Evan asks.
As if he ever has to ask. I hold out my arms for the little bundle. He is perfect with pouty heart-shaped lips.
Christian and Vanessa walk in minus the twins, a rare moment by themselves. Greetings and well-wishes are shared.
“Congrats, man,” Christian says, slapping Evan on the back.
“Thanks, you’re looking like shit,” Evan teases back.
“FU. Babies don’t stop screaming.” Christian sighs.
“Yep, and you have two to feed all at once.” Evan shivers at the thought.
“I’m so glad our mothers stayed. I don’t know how we’re going to cope when they are gone. I want them to stay until they are potty trained.”
Evan bursts out laughing.
“What did you name your little dude?” Christian asks
“He is Levi. Levi Wyld,” Evan states proudly.
Levi takes that moment to start fussing, and I hand him back over to Sienna.
“Congratulations,” Stacey says, walking into the room next with Oscar and Finn, and a large bouquet of flowers for Sienna. “He’s so cute,” Stacey says, looking down at little Levi in Sienna’s arms.
“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” Sienna gushes.
“Isla texted me. She’s arrived,” Stacey says, aiming that statement directly at me after our talk earlier. Finn stiffens, hearing Isla’s name.
“Can’t wait to see her,” Oscar says excitedly as he puts his arm around Stacey’s shoulders. The Viking is getting better at public displays of affection, especially around the Dirty Texas family.
The creak of the suite door alerts us to more arrivals.
“Sorry I’m late, my plane just arrived,” Isla says, entering the room, hand in hand with Sebastien. Are they dating? No. Isla said they had a one-night stand, but it does seem very … um … cozy.
“What the fuck?” Finn whispers as he grimaces, watching Isla and Sebastien walk in together, looking happy.
What the hell is she wearing? My eyes narrow as I take in the hideously ugly outfit. Paris is chic, this is not. Girl, I need to get you to the boutique and style you, stat. I watch as they walk in together and the way the kaftan flows over her … No! I stare in shock because now I realize why she is wearing this fugly outfit. Isla is fucking pregnant.
Shit, is it Sebastien’s?
