Wrong Question, Right Answer (The Bourbon Street Boys #3) - Elle Casey Page 0,85
settle for arguing. “We are not naming our children Romulus and Remus.”
He shrugs. “Okay, fine. We’ll name them Yin and Yang.”
I try really hard not to smile, but it doesn’t work so well. “No. Not gonna happen.”
He shuts the door and keeps talking as he walks around the front of the car. “Okay, how about Cain and Abel?”
I have to laugh at that. “Knowing my luck, that’s probably what they’re going to end up like.”
Lucky gets into the car and grabs my hand, kissing the back of it. “Don’t say that. They have me as a daddy, which means they’re going to be lucky. They’re going to be angels. We’ll name them Milli and Vanilli.”
I roll my eyes at him and sigh. “If you try to name my children Milli and Vanilli, I will shoot you.”
He laughs. “There’s my Toni. I thought I’d lost you for a few minutes back there.” He starts the car and revs the engine.
I pull my hand away from his and stare out the front windshield. “Nope. I’m still here, unfortunately.”
He pulls out of the parking lot and pats me on the leg. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m still here, too. You haven’t scared me away yet.”
I sigh, trying not to be sad about what feels like a budding romance between me and the perfect guy—a romance that will surely crash and burn in a fiery, painful inferno. “Just give me time. I’m sure I’ll manage.”
“Never gonna happen.”
He sounds so sure of himself. I wish I had the confidence he has in me and the two of us together, because I have no idea how I’m going to raise two babies on my own.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Maybe it’s because we never made an official announcement of the actual pregnancy, but I’m really, really nervous going into work today. Lucky and I are sharing a ride, something we don’t normally do. I have a strong need to keep him closer. I’m feeling overwhelmed, and I haven’t even had a single baby yet.
“My mind is still blown,” he says. “I had two cups of coffee hoping it would give me clarity, but I’m still not there.” He looks over at me in the passenger seat, a watery smile letting me know he’s definitely off kilter, just like I am.
“I know how you feel, trust me.” I look out the windshield at the scenery passing us by. I’ve gone this way to work so many times I’ve lost count, but today it’s an entirely different trip. Today I’m driving past all of these trees and these houses and these businesses as a mother of twins. Yep. Mind blown.
“What do you think everyone is going to say?” Lucky asks me.
“I think they’re probably just going to pray for us.”
“That’s good. We could probably use some prayers about now.”
“I don’t think there’re enough prayers in this city to get us all the help we’re going to need.”
Lucky reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “Don’t be so negative. It’s going to be fun.”
I look at him like he’s lost his mind, which he clearly has. “You must be a glutton for punishment.”
He shrugs. “We’ll be fine. We’re a team, remember?” He winks at me.
I shove his hand off my leg. I’m not angry, but I am a little frustrated that he’s being so clueless right now. “I think you’d better read some of those books you bought.”
“I have. I also saw another one online that I think I should get.”
“Oh, really?” I look at him, seeing him in profile. His beard seems longer and bushier already, in just one day. Pretty soon he’s going to look like a mountain man. Unfortunately, it’s not accomplishing his goal of getting uglier. Somehow, he manages to make pubic hair on a man’s face attractive.
“Yeah. It’s a book about organization. I think that’s going to be the key for us. If we could just keep everything organized . . .”
I laugh. “Yeah, right. Because all those books you already bought talk about how babies just fall right in line with their parents’ plans.”
His beard moves around as he chews on his lip. “You might have a point there. I do remember somebody telling me that having to organize more than one kid is like trying to herd cats.”
“That was Jenny. She’s said that many times, and all her kids are way past the baby stage. She never had twins.” The more I talk, the more panicked I start to feel. I need to change the subject. “Doing anything