Christ.
Christ.
He’d never thought of it. Not in his entire life. Never thought of making babies. Never met a woman in whom he wanted his seed to take root.
Now it was in his head and he knew it was in there in a way where it’d be near impossible to shake it out.
Christ.
“Ty?” Tate called.
“We need time to settle,” Walker told him.
“Sure, I can see that. Though, you settling only to shake things up with a kid, might as well settle knowin’ you got one on the way.”
“Man, we’ve been married less than a month,” Walker reminded him.
“So?”
Walker stared at him.
Then he muttered, “Fuck me, Tatum Jackson, family man and advocate for domestic bliss.”
“You been busy with your woman, not around, you been around me, Laurie and Jonas, you’d see I got it goin’ on,” Tate told him through a grin.
“Fuck me,” Walker muttered again.
Jackson kept grinning at him.
Then the grin faded and he whispered, “Think about it. And call me with a night you can come over.”
“Right,” Walker murmured.
Tate gave him a chin lift and moved to his SUV. Walker moved toward his condo and looked to Jackson’s truck. Laurie gave him a wave through the windshield. He jerked his chin up and stopped close to the condo to watch Tate swing in, switch on the ignition and then he shifted his body to watch them drive away until they were out of sight.
Then he turned around and was moving to the stairs but stopped at the foot of them when he saw the shadowed body of Ella Rodriguez sitting on a step in the middle.
He tipped his head back the inch he needed to catch her eyes.
She started.
“Got good friends.”
“Yep,” he agreed because she was right.
Ella fell silent. Walker didn’t break it but he waited because he knew she had something to say.
Then she spoke again.
“Later, when you got quiet time with her tonight, my girl’s honest, she’ll tell you straight she laid it out for us.”
This was also not surprising.
“Got nothin’ to hide,” he replied but this was only mostly true.
She said nothing just held his eyes.
Finally, she murmured, “’Spect that’s true.”