to our bedroom before closing the door. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she said, blushing like we were still eighteen and too stubborn to admit that we were in love. “It’s still early.”
I rested my hand on her stomach where baby number two was cooking. I made a mental note to contact the builder and request they make the nursery in our home bigger. Lyric was still young, so I didn’t see any need to separate the two of them just yet—extra time for them to bond. Perhaps, I’d tell the contractor in person tomorrow since tonight we were heading to Blackwood Keep for Ever’s birthday party. How long had it been since I’d seen my cousin? I shook the thoughts from my head, focusing on the beautiful woman in front of me now instead.
“Thank you for this.”
“You’re welcome. I didn’t think I would be, but I’m pretty excited myself. I hope it’s a girl.”
“Nah,” I told her as I reluctantly took my hand away and started opening the buttons on her blouse. “It’s a boy, and he’s a junior for sure.”
Bee stared up at me as if I had shit on my face. “Jameson John Jr.? Are you kidding me?”
I grinned down at her. “You promised me I could name this one.”
“But it sounds so backwoods!”
I kissed her, and she melted in my arms like butter. I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. That was my kid, which automatically made him epic. I removed her jeans, panties, and bra before pulling her over to our king-size bed. Laying her on the plush comforter, I stared down at her as I slowly removed my clothes.
“Two down, eight to go,” I told her.
She stopped me when I tried to climb on top of her. “Jamie, we are not having ten kids. I don’t care how rich you are or how many nannies you hire.”
Leaning down, I kissed her nose because she was so darn cute when she was mad. “I’m sure we can come to some kind of arrangement. How about nine?”
“Three.”
“Eight.”
She sighed as I settled between her legs. “Five. Final offer.”
“Deal,” I said quickly, making her eye me skeptically.
“That was your real number all along, wasn’t it?”
I lifted her leg into the crook of my arm before sliding inside of her. “Maybe.” She growled, but then it was cut short when I hit the spot deep inside of her. “Fuck, I missed you, Bee.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, show me how much, and stop fucking me like I’m fragile.”
I immediately stopped moving as I stared down at her, feigning offense. “It’s called making love.”
She dug the heels of her pumps into my ass, the only item of her clothing I hadn’t removed, propelling me faster.
All right then.
An hour later, we were showered and dressed and kissing our son good night before heading out into the New York night.
“You look beautiful, baby.” I kissed the side of her neck as I held the door of the limo that was waiting to drive us to Blackwood Keep open for her. “And I can’t wait to make more babies and grow old and gray with you.”
Bee kissed my lips before pulling back to peer at me. “Are you just sucking up so I’ll agree to the name Jameson John Jr.?”
I laughed because there was no such thing as getting anything past my wife. “You got me.” Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear. “But you should know…I’d rather go down than suck up.”
Blushing, she stepped away from me before peeking over her shoulder with heat in her eyes. “Well then, you better get started, Mr. Buchanan.”
“Right away, Mrs. Buchanan.”
Eagerly, I followed Bee into the car, pressing the button for the partition before the limo even took off.
Sunset Bay
“LICENSE AND REGISTRATION, PLEASE.”
Peering up from the open window, I forced myself to smile and act normal despite the load of trouble I was undoubtedly in. Sunset Bay, where Wren and I had found our forever home, was a small town. Nothing ever got by anyone. Especially my husband. I had still been adjusting to small-town life when Wren relocated us here shortly after our home in Blackwood Keep became a crime scene. It had been a hard choice, moving away from our friends, but we were all comforted by the fact that there were only a couple of hours separating us. Less depending on traffic. For a while, we’d stayed with Winny, twiddling our thumbs until Wren and I had a long, long talk. And somehow, during