“Hawk, you need –”
“It’s your parents’ anniversary.”
“Hawk!” I snapped. “You need to tell me what’s flipping you out.”
“I want kids.”
I stared at him, my heart beating so hard I could swear my dress fluttered.
He wasn’t saying he wanted kids as much as he was saying he wanted kids with me.
I mean, he wanted kids, but he was saying he wanted kids with me.
Cabe “Hawk” Delgado wanted kids with me!
Yay!
Oh shit. I was going to start crying and ruin my makeup.
“It’s important to me, baby,” he said softly.
I swallowed. Then I asked, “How many do you want?”
“Two or three.”
“Boys or girls?”
“Don’t care.”
I didn’t either. I didn’t care. I didn’t care at all.
My vision went blurry as my mind filled with Hawk holding our child and feeding it a bottle.
Then my belly got squishy.
Then I felt his knuckles glide down my cheek and I refocused when he said quietly, “I’d be happy with one, Gwen.”
“Only children can get spoiled. You have to have at least two. Siblings are important. And if we start with two boys, we have to have a girl because brothers should have a sister. But if we start with two girls, we have to go for a boy because sisters should have a brother. I always wanted a brother. A son of my father would have been able to beat the shit out of boyfriends that broke my heart. I wouldn’t have had to resort to cookie dough and it would have saved Scott a lot of money in divorce attorneys, seeing as he’d still be in a coma.”
I stopped talking and felt it. The air in the Camaro had turned electric.
“You sayin’ that for me or do you want kids?” he asked.
“Both,” I answered.
Suddenly my seatbelt was undone and zipped back so fast I cried out in surprise. Then Hawk’s did. Then I was plucked right out of my seat and wedged between him and the steering wheel, my ass in his lap, his hand in my hair, his other arm around me and his mouth hot and heavy on mine delivering a very wet, very heated kiss that included some hand action when his started to roam.
He released my mouth but kept me wedged and I blinked as he spoke.
“They offer higher, I’ll accept.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
“You got a problem with me movin’ into your place?”
“No,” I replied instantly, my heart beating, my belly squishy, my mind spinning cartwheels of joy.
“All right,” he whispered.