chest. “Stop calling our daughters demons, Ian Taggart. They are going to be sweet little ladies.”
“So you cheated on me with the UPS guy?” Because his daughters likely wouldn’t be very ladylike. Not if they took after their dad.
She hugged him again and then pushed away, getting to her feet. He kept his hands on her, making sure she didn’t fall. She looked him up and down. “You are the only man in the world who can have his junk hanging out like that and I still find attractive. Naked is so much hotter.” She proved it by turning around and walking toward the bathroom conveniently located a few feet away.
“You didn’t let me get undressed, baby. You were too hot for that.” He bent over and dragged his slacks up, tucking his shirt back in. His body was humming and the sight of his gorgeous wife walking across the room made him wonder if they shouldn’t take a nice long shower before they went home.
She disappeared behind the door.
Why not take the next few weeks off? Alex could handle the administrative crap and Simon could deal with clients and operative questions. They didn’t have too much on the docket. Sully had written him a hefty check despite the fact that it hadn’t taken him more than a few moments to solve the case.
He could easily spend a couple of weeks nesting with his wife, and he could start by washing that lovely body of hers off in the shower he’d had installed a few years back. Back then that bathroom had been all about function. He often slept at the office in the early days. Now it was definitely helpful for those times when he and the missus decided to get their freak on.
And he suspected Sean sometimes hauled Grace in here just for kicks. It would serve him right since he’d screwed Charlie on Sean’s desk at Top a couple of months before.
The heart wanted what the heart wanted…and his dick definitely wanted her.
He was almost to the door when it opened and Charlie stood there, her eyes wide.
“Ian,” she said in a breathless voice.
His heart nearly seized. “What?”
“My water broke.”
How the hell did water break…shit.
Normal was over.
Chapter Three
“Do you think they can tell?” Charlie asked when the doctor left.
“Yes,” Ian replied. “They can tell you’re pregnant, baby. They are really good doctors and they know a pregnant lady when they see one.”
She’d lost her damn mind, but he was going to be supportive.
Her eyes rolled and she shook her head as she maneuvered her way to sitting on the hospital bed. “No. I’m talking about sex. Do you think they can tell that we had sex?”
He gave her belly a pointed stare. “Yeah.”
She sighed. “I meant recently. I meant like two hours ago. That kid was all down there looking at my lady bits and I was wondering if he could tell you’d been up in that today.”
“Not at all.” Probably, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. “All they can see is the centimeter thing.”
Charlie’s whole body stiffened and she reached for him. He moved as quickly as he could, giving her a hand to hold on to as the pain took her. It seemed to last forever, but he knew it wasn’t more than a few seconds. His wife was in pain and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Well, he could.
“Take the epidural.”
“I will if it gets to be too much,” she agreed. “But right now it would only slow down the labor.”
He needed everything to slow down. He needed it to stop. From the moment she’d told him the babies were coming to now seemed like both forever and the blink of an eye.
The door opened and Chelsea strode in. “Hey, sis. Looks like my nieces are eager to get here.”
Ian took that as a sign that he could step out for a moment. He kissed his wife and left her with her sister. Dr. Bates couldn’t have gotten too far. He had a few questions he didn’t want to ask around his wife.
He walked out the door and jogged to catch the OB who was standing at the nurses’ station. Melinda Bates was a lifestyle friendly doctor. There was a small network of them. Dr. Bates had grown up with a mom and dad who were full-on 24/7, and she understood. It made Ian infinitely more comfortable to have her watching out for Charlie. She wouldn’t look at them