“Yeah,” he whispered back.
She stared at him. Then, still whispering, she declared, “Vivi.”
“Whatever,” Hawk muttered.
Gwen smiled at him and, seeing it, his hand automatically tightened around hers.
Thank. Fucking. Christ.
“No more kids,” he proclaimed.
“’Kay,” she agreed softly.
He got up from the chair but stayed bent so his face was close to hers.
Then he admitted, “You scared the shit outta me, Sweet Pea.”
Her eyes got soft and her face gentled. He’d surprised her in a way she liked.
Fuck, but he loved that look and he didn’t love it any less no matter how often he saw it, which was often considering he worked hard to earn it.
“Superheroes don’t get scared,” she told him and for the first time in hours, he felt his mouth smile. She smiled back. Then she asked, “Where are my boys?”
“Sleepin’ in the waiting room.”
“Can they come in?”
“Don’t care, you want ‘em, I’ll go get ‘em.”
“I want them,” she whispered.
“You got it, babe,” Hawk whispered back, bent closer and touched his mouth to hers.
When he pulled away her hand got tighter so he stopped and caught her eyes.
“We have a little girl,” she said softly.
“Yeah,” he replied just as soft.
“Can I see her?”
“I’ll bring her too.”
Gwen nodded and studied his face for awhile.
Then she asked quietly, “What am I going to do?”
“What?”
“I don’t have anything else to daydream about. Now what am I going to do?”
Hawk felt his gut get tight, his chest swell and something stung his throat.
“I’ll find a way to keep you occupied, baby,” he whispered.
“’Kay,” she whispered back.
His hand again tightened in hers and his other hand lifted so he could run his knuckles down her pale cheek and when he did, her eyes closed.