I’d name him after you. Or Hunter or Cayson or Sawyer.”
I gripped her hands and forced out a slow breath. “I need you to get off me.”
Her eyes widened and a wounded sound left her. “Why?”
“Savannah, you’re undoing my pants and naming off my brothers.”
“You asked what I was thinking for the name,” she said as I gently eased her off me and got off the bed.
“I regret it,” I said with a rough laugh. “God, I regret it.” I turned to see her sitting on her knees at the side of the bed, eyes slightly narrowed as if I’d asked for it.
My crazy girl.
Closing the distance, I curled my hands around her cheeks and released another slow breath. “The first few months of your pregnancies are always a wild ride. And trust me when I say, I fucking love every single part of you and those rides.” I pressed a slow kiss to her mouth and then rested my forehead against hers. “I love you. You are my world. But I need a cold shower now. After that, I’d like to take you on a date.”
Her soft inhale was approval enough for me.
“When we come home, as long as you’re done naming off other guys, I’m undressing you and burying myself inside you.”
“I’m already done naming off people,” she assured me.
A smile slowly tugged at my mouth as I pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’m gonna need a minute to recover from that one, angel. Date?”
“Yes please.”
“We can talk about all the baby names you want,” I promised as I straightened and took a step back just as my phone chimed in my pocket.
Her face scrunched up in indecision. “There are only girl names coming to mind now that you said I’m having a boy.”
“Maybe I’m wrong,” I said as I grabbed my phone and bit back a curse when I saw the preview of the text.
“You know you’re not.” Savannah’s words came out slow and drawn out as she stood to see what was on my phone. “What’s wrong?”
I showed her the screen, not that it would explain anything to her.
Sawyer: What the fuck man?
“What’s going on?” Savannah asked as I tapped out a response.
Me: They needed to know. Hunter needs to know. Y’all will be a hell of a lot happier once everyone does.
Locking the screen, I tossed my phone to the bed and turned to my wife, already preparing for her reaction. “About Sawyer and Rae . . .”
A shocked cry escaped me and faded into a soft laugh when large hands molded around my hips and pulled me back into a warm, muscled body a few days later.
Leaning fully into his chest, I let my head roll to the side when Beau started making a line down the side of my neck with his mouth. My eyelids fluttering shut and my hands stilling on the island.
The baked goods forgotten.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growled against my skin before giving a gentle bite.
“Such a bear,” I murmured teasingly.
Assent rumbled in his chest and vibrated against my back. “Walking into this kitchen and finding you dancing is one of my favorite things.”
I twisted in his arms to look up at him, his dark eyes studying me with so much love, it was staggering. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He said the word as if he couldn’t understand how I didn’t know that. “I know if you’re dancing, you’re happy. Dancing when you’re doing what you love most in the kitchen you dreamed up?” His shoulders lifted as if that explained it all.
The corners of my mouth twitched as awe and love for that man wove through me. “We dreamed up,” I corrected.
He gave me a doubting look that was playful and adorable and solely mine. “Two islands and double the size.” A smile slowly crept across his face. “That was all you.”
“And I was right, wasn’t I? I need both of them.”
His voice was all easy amusement when he said, “Never said you were wrong, just that the kitchen was all you.”
“Well, then, you’re welcome,” I said as I grabbed a chunk of one of the Danish twists I’d been snacking on and lifted it for him to try.
But then he was slowly taking the pastry from between my fingers while his eyes stayed locked on mine, and I was kind of forgetting everything else and the fact that we had a houseful of guests arriving soon until his eyes widened and appreciation sounded in his throat.