“Oh, no,” Lark says. “She’s definitely vibing with the pizza idea.”
Silas chuckles. “I’ll order us a few options.” He gets out his phone and starts tapping the screen.
“Help me up,” Lark says.
I pull her from the nest then carry her to the bathroom for a quick shower. If it takes a little longer than it should it’s only because I’m very thorough about cleanliness.
“Damn, Graham,” Saint smirks when Lark and I finally sit down at the kitchen island.
She swats his shoulder. “He was being attentive,” she says defending me.
Saint pulls her tight to his side. “I can be attentive, too.”
She giggles. “Maybe after pizza.”
Silas sets a plate in front of her, then adds two pieces of pepperoni and jalapeno pizza. “Your favorite,” he says.
She tilts her head to look at him. “Do you think it will be like this forever?”
His eyes go soft. “This is what it’s like for my parents. I don’t see it being any different for us.”
“Maybe a little more hectic when we start having kids, though,” I add.
Three sets of eyes turn to me.
I look up from my pizza. “What? We all want children, right?”
Saint and Silas look at Lark. Neither is willing to speak until she does.
She swallows her pizza, then reaches for my hand. “I do want children, just not right now. Maybe in a year. Possibly two.”
My heart explodes. “I knew you did!” I can’t temper the happiness I feel. “I mentioned it once before and you didn’t reject the idea. But it’s good to have you say it.”
Saint lets out a relieved breath. “That’s perfect. Now that I’ve decided to start my coffee company, I’d like to give that some time before having kids. At least long enough to settle names and trademarks.”
Silas walks around and wraps his beefy arms around Lark. “We’ll wait until the time is right for you, little bird. As soon as you’re ready, we are too.”
She relaxes into him. “Thank you. I want us all to be ready for it. My parents waited before they had me. It was good for them. They never regretted waiting.”
I snort. “We had very different parental experiences.”
She squeezes my hand. “But our babies won’t.”
The table goes very quiet. Then Silas kisses her bond mark. I push my glasses up. Saint adds another piece of pizza to her plate.
“Eat up,” he says. “We have more practicing to do. I want us to make a baby on the first try. When we’re ready for that.”
I laugh, adding a piece, too. “Yeah, eat up. Practice makes perfect. You’ll need your energy.”
Lark
Cammie leans in close and smudges my eyelid with her finger. “Just a little shimmer so you shine pretty under the lights.”
“I won’t be on stage,” I say.
“Stop blinking,” she chastises before moving on to my other eye. “And I’m talking about camera lights, silly. The press will be there, right?”
I pull back and look up at her. “You think there will be press?”
