Epilogue
EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER…
“Mommy’s home.” Stormi tossed her keys on the table next to the front door and raced through the house in search of her baby. “Where’s my little bundle of joy?”
“Oh, is that all you care about?” Lincoln stood in the middle of the kitchen, holding their child over his shoulder as he patted the baby’s back, bouncing up and down. “No hugs and kisses for Daddy?”
“I’ll get to you in a minute. Right now, I want that cheeky kid of ours.” She dumped her purse on the counter and lifted little Talon Dante off his father’s shoulder and smacked her lips against his chubby little cheeks. “Were you a good boy for Daddy and Grandpa?” She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet smell of baby. It was the most intoxicating scent she’d ever experienced. It was one part snow, one part sunshine, and one part rain.
“Tal is always a good boy for his dad.” Lincoln leaned over and pressed his lips on her mouth.
Tal giggled and kicked his legs wildly.
“Sorry I was late.” She set Tal in the jumper seat on the floor, handing him his favorite rattle. She stared at his face. He was the spitting image of his father. Blue eyes. Blond hair. And all the sweetness. “I had to stop by the drugstore on the way home.” She glanced around. “Where’s my dad?”
“He had a date.” Lincoln cocked his head. “Left about ten minutes ago.” He waved his hand toward the oven. “But he did make his famous casserole thing. Why won’t he tell me what the hell is in it?”
She laughed. “It’s nothing special. Chicken. Rice. Cream of chicken soup. A few different kinds of cheeses. Some spices.”
“Well, it’s freaking delicious.” Lincoln rubbed his belly. “And I’m starting to get fat.”
“I just lost all my baby fat and now I fear in six months I won’t be able to see my feet again.” She dug into her purse and pulled out the home pregnancy test. “Even with birth control, you have super sperm.”
“Excuse me?” He held the little box in his hands and blinked. “Are you sure?”
“No. But I’m two weeks late.”
“You got your period once since you had that one. How can you be late already?”
“Do you really need a lesson in the birds and the bees?” She grabbed the box. “For a forty-one-year-old man, who has a genius IQ, you can be kind of stupid sometimes.” She marched down the hallway.
“Where are you going?”
“To find out if we’re having baby number two or not.”
“You know, I’d be okay with that. I mean, I am getting to be an old man,” he yelled.
“I know. I can see the gray hair.” She slammed the bathroom door. She wasn’t upset by the prospect of being pregnant again. Not at all. She wanted another child. But she hadn’t expected it to happen so fast. She’d just gone back to the library, a job she truly loved.
Their cybersecurity company was finally turning a profit, something they desperately needed. And everything with Zero Gravity was behind them. Another kid would be a blessing. She’d just wanted five minutes to breathe.
Knock. Knock.
“I’m almost done.”
“For the record, I don’t have gray hair.”
She laughed, setting the test on the sink. It would take a few minutes. She pulled open the door. Palming her husband’s cheek, she smiled. “Yeah, you do.”
“Are you not happy about the idea of having another one?”
“No. I’d be thrilled with it. But it would have been nice to have another month or two to relax. We just finally put everything else behind us. Things are running smoothly. I wanted to bask in that glory a little while longer.”
“One thing we never talked about is how many kids do we want?”
She arched a brow. “I never thought I’d say this, but I love babies. And we make spectacular-looking ones. At least little Tal is adorable.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, because if you are pregnant, and if you want it to be the last one, I can make sure that happens.”
“Not many men would offer to do that.”
He winced. “Can’t say it’s high on my agenda. But you’re the one who has to carry and birth the children. It’s the least I can do.”
“Well, I don’t know if two will be enough for me.” Her heart flew right out of her mouth. “I kind of can’t believe I said that.”
“Me neither.” He brushed his lips over her mouth. “I love you. But if we get to four, I’m cutting you off.”
“That sounds reasonable.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Shall we find out if Tal is going to be a big brother?”
“Let’s do it.”
She swallowed as she lifted the stick. She smiled. “Guess I won’t be having wine with dinner.”
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