“Mountain lion!” Brooks yelled, his arms falling from around my body as we lay in bed.
“Ow.” I rubbed my ear and sat up.
We’d been curled up for the last hour, our legs intertwined as he held me. I’d been deliriously happy just to listen to the rhythm of his heart and every now and again he’d shake me to ensure I hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Mountain lion,” he repeated, shooting up and facing me.
“So you yelled not two seconds ago,” I grumbled.
“You were being stalked by a mountain lion.”
“Yes.” I cocked my head to the side. “I guess the delayed lecture is now coming to fruition?”
“That’s it. From now on you’re carrying.”
“Carrying? Carrying what?” I asked.
“A pistol.”
“I don’t want to carry a pistol,” I said in knee-jerk reaction. “I’ll carry bear spray.”
“You’ll carry that too,” he stated. “Don’t argue with me. And next time we have another fight, you’re texting me if you leave and where you’re going, and you will not walk in the woods without protection.”
“When we have another fight?” I asked, my lips trembling with the urge to smile. “You think that’s inevitable, do you?”
“Of course I do,” he said. “We’re going to have tons of fights.”
“We don’t have to. You could just admit you’re wrong now and forever and save us the trouble.” I grinned up at him.
“Cheeky,” he said with a wide smile of his own before leaning down and kissing my lips.
“What will we fight about?” I asked in amusement.
“We’re fighting right now about you carrying a pistol.”
“Hmm. Point taken.
“I imagine we’ll fight about when to have a second baby.”
I raised my brows. “Thinking that far ahead, are you?”
He nodded. “One in this apartment we can handle. A second? No way. Plus, the bookstore will be a huge success and fitting in another baby will take some planning.”
“Like we planned the first one?” I snorted.
“Yeah, how did that happen?”
“Apparently, you can get pregnant on your period.Something about early fertile windows and sperm living up to five days. It’s possible you had some strong ones camping out.”
“I’ve got smart sperm.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But I’m right, yes?”
“About smart sperm? More like tenacious, but sure, I’ll give you that.”
“No, I meant about the second baby,” he murmured.
