“Open it, Luke.”
He ripped the envelope and withdrew a piece of paper. He read the words twice before their meaning registered. Raising his head, he met his wife’s nervous stare with a wide smile.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes. Nine weeks.”
Luke let out a loudwhoopas he lifted Melody off her feet and swung her around. When he sat her back down, he kissed her soundly, his hand spanning over her abdomen.
“How are you feeling? You okay?”
Melody grinned. “I’m fine. Tired and a bit nauseous. The doctor said that’s normal. Everything with the baby checked out. Little baby Meade is healthy and growing.”
“Damn. You sure you want to have a baby with me? I’m not exactly father of the year material, you know.”
Melody’s hands framed his face. “You are a great man. You are a wonderful husband. I have no doubt you will be an amazing father. So you put those doubts out of your head right now. They have no business ruining our celebration.”
“Our celebration?”
“Yeah. I thought we’d have a nice salad, juicy steak, and baked potato. And then for dessert, you get me.”
Her smile was seductive, and her body rubbed against him, making his cock sit up and take notice.
Luke settled his hands on her hips. “I think I want my dessert first.”
“Our dinner will get cold,” she warned him.
“So I’ll eat a cold steak. It will be worth it.”
Melody smiled as she shared a long, passionate kiss with her husband.
∞∞∞
Easton stepped into the house with Dylan riding piggyback. They were met by the loud wailing of two very unhappy, very hungry baby girls.
“Uh, oh. Sounds like Momma needs some help.”
He set Dylan on his feet with orders to wash up. Then he followed the sound of his daughters’ crying to the nursery. Bailee was bent over the changing table, using wipes to clean a messy Abby Lynn. Easton stopped beside a baby bed to lift a sobbingBella Rose into his arms, blowing a raspberry to her round cheek. She laughed through her tears.
Bailee spared him a grateful glance. “Thanks. The twins have been cranky all day. I think they’re teething.”
Lightly bouncing his daughter to soothe her, he walked over to kiss his wife’s cheek. She smelled of baby formula with spit-up staining her shirt, and she was still the prettiest, fiercest woman he’d ever seen.
“What can I do to help?”
“You’re doing it,” she said with a tired smile. “How was Dylan’s T-ball practice?”
“He had a blast. He loved using his new glove, and he made friends with one of the other boys. He said the kid goes to his school, but they aren’t in the same class. Scotty something.”
“Oh, yeah. Scotty Beason. I know his mom, Lydia. She’s a teller at the bank. Very nice, and Scotty seems like a good kid.”
Bailee lifted Abby Lynn and stood facing her husband. The girls were starting to calm down now that they were being held. They were going through a clingy phase, which seemed doubly hard with twins. Easton dropped another kiss to his wife’s cheek.
“Tough day?”
“Long day,” she clarified. “I was just about to start dinner when Abby Lynn let me know she needed a diaper change. Once she started crying, Bella Rose started in too. Solidarity and all that.”
Easton chuckled. “Want me to have a pizza delivered for dinner?”
