Chapter 19
nineteen
Tedi
Tweetie crawls into bed wearing only a pair of pajama pants. “Are you upset we don’t have news?”
“No. I’m good, and one day we will.” I snuggle up to his side.
Addison makes a noise in her bassinet, and he shifts to get up.
“Not yet.” I kiss his chest, needing to be close to him.
“I’m on duty tonight.” He kisses the top of my head.
“No, you’re not. You need sleep tonight. But I’ll take you up on it tomorrow,” I say.
“Deal.” He wraps his arm around me and squeezes me into his side.
“I brought the milk I pumped at Peeper’s, so you can take the morning bottle,” I mumble into his chest.
“Since you brought it up, can we talk about Hayes seeing your tits now?”
I scoot up in the bed. Addison makes a louder noise, and there’s only a sliver of time left before I have to feed her.
“Believe me, you should have seen his face. He’s scarred for life, so don’t be worried about it. Plus, he kept rambling on about his sister’s best friend that night. Remember Leighton, our nurse when we had Addison?”
“I’m gonna be honest—I don’t remember. He knows her?” He frowns.
I roll my eyes. Men never pay attention. “Yeah, and I think there was something there. I remember he looked happy to see her, but she didn’t.”
“It’s none of our business, but it’s good that he wants to see a set of tits besides my wife’s.”
Addison wails, so I slide out of bed, pick her up, and bring her back to the bed with us. I open up my pajama shirt and feed her.
“Can I get in on the action?” Tweetie leans closer.
I push his head away with my free hand. He laughs and picks up his phone.
This is what I miss—us lying in bed, our little girl with us, doing the most mundane things together.
“What are you searching?” I ask.
“Well, we’re about to be outnumbered.”
My forehead creases. “Outnumbered?”
“Babe, Henry will have two kids. Rowan will have two… we only have one,” he says as if that explains everything.
“Conor and Eloise will only have one,” I counter.
“Yeah, well that’s his problem,” he mumbles, still staring at his phone.
“So what are you looking up, Tweetie?” I can only imagine.
“How we can ensure we have twins.” He smiles at me. “Awesome. The chances are higher if there’s a history of twins in the family. Hell yeah. We won’t just match them, we’ll surpass them in one go.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Go to bed, Tweetie. The lack of sleep is getting to you.”
He laughs and tosses his phone down, then slides in next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. “I’ll go to sleep when you do. Let’s get our little girl to bed first.”
I lean my head on his shoulder.
“Imagine a set of twin boys like your brothers. I’d be the king of our street. Their families would have nothing on ours when we play road hockey. Two boys. One girl.”
He keeps going on and on, and I let him have the fantasy. I mean, it could happen, and the scariest thing is that I’m not sure I would mind.
“Keep writing to the North Pole and see if Santa will grant your wish,” I joke.
Addison finishes feeding, and Tweetie takes her from me, placing her on his chest to burp her. There’s something about your man holding your baby when he’s shirtless that makes your ovaries sigh.
Damn it all to hell, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have some Christmas miracles of our own next year.
Now that the Falcons are snug in happily-ever-after land, it’s time to fall for a whole new found family.
Four irresistible, swoony heroes for Ruby to protect—and whip into shape.
Four unforgettable heroines ready to send our baseball boys straight to their knees.
Plus all the side characters you already love.
Same world. Brand-new heat.