At the sound of his father’s deep voice, Logan looked up and instantly Greer held her arms out, seeing his crumpled mouth.
‘Logan skinned his knee and wanted to show you.’
Conall lowered their son onto her lap. Greer gathered Logan in, smiling as he gently touched her baby bump and said, ‘Hello, bub,’ before snuggling close against her.
She shut her eyes, inhaling the scent of little boy and fresh-mown grass. When she opened them it was to meet Conall’s tender gaze.
That familiar sense of connection pulsed between them and she smiled, reaching out her hand so he could enfold it in his. They were a team in every way. Any doubts she’d ever had about him not wanting children, or not wanting her were long gone. There couldn’t be a more devoted husband and father.
She looked down at her son, who so rarely sat still. ‘Are you going to show me your knee, Logan? Is it very sore?’
He lifted his head, all trace of tears vanishing as he smiled. ‘No, Mummy. Daddy put a dinosaur strip on it and now you’ve given me one of your special cuddles.’
‘Your daddy’s very clever, being so prepared.’
Long fingers tickled the palm of her hand as a deep voice said, ‘Years of practice.’
‘Will you kiss it better now, just in case?’ her son asked.
Given the size of her pregnancy bump, bending that far would be hard, so she pressed her fingers to her lips then to the dinosaur bandage.
‘Hey, Logan!’ a little boy called from the garden. ‘Are you coming?’
‘Wait for me!’ Logan shouted then leaned up to give her a kiss. He was already sliding off her lap as he explained, ‘I promised to show Harry my secret cubby. Bye, Mummy. Bye, Daddy.’
Then he was off, whooping as he raced to his friend, injury forgotten.
Conall laughed. ‘I wish I had that much energy.’
Greer leaned towards him, stroking his lean cheek. ‘Poor thing, has the big day warn you out?’
In answer, Conall half rose, scooped her from her seat and settled her across his lap as he sat down again. Dark eyes danced as he held her close. ‘Never, when you look at me like that, sweetheart.’
‘Smooth talker.’
He waggled his eyebrows. ‘Only with you, my love.’
Then his lips met hers and Greer kissed him with all the love in her heart. A love he returned unstintingly. Her husband showed her daily, in a thousand ways, how much he cared.
When Conall pulled back enough to meet her gaze his eyes were shining. ‘Later.’
She nodded. ‘Later.’
Then hand in hand, they rose and joined their friends.
