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“One of them drew on the dog today.”
“Washable marker.”
“He was blue.”
“Washed off.”
“Mostly. His left ear is still blue.”
Dane shrugs. “He doesn’t care.”
“The baby hasn’t slept through the night once.”
“She will.”
“I haven’t slept through the night once.”
“You will.”
I stare at him. He looks completely serious. “You want another baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
His brow furrows like that’s a stupid question. “Because.”
“Excellent argument.”
He slides one hand around my waist and the other settles over my stomach.
That look returns.
Possessive.
Certain.
Very Dane.
“Want everything with you.”
My heart squeezes.
Damn him.
“You already have everything.”
“Want more.”
“Of course you do.”
“Greedy.”
“Extremely.”
His thumb moves slowly against my stomach. “Another boy would be good.”
“Jack asked for a chainsaw today.”
