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I can’t hold it in anymore. I crack. Loudly. Unable to stop it, I laugh until there are tears streaming down my cheeks and my abdomen clenches so hard that it aches.

“Oh,” I cry out. “Oh, it hurts.”

Logan, who snaps out of the stupor I put him in, is looking at Nox strangely.

“Wait.” Logan holds up a finger. “Do you think that babies come from poop?”

“Yeah.” Nox shrugs, pulling a bag of chips out from behind the couch. “Where else would they come from?”

He stares between me and Logan, waiting for one of us to tell him. I just shake my head when Logan joins him in looking at me.

“Nope,” I tell both of them. “Not touching it. You’ve got parents and grandparents who can tell you about that.”

I walk away without looking back, only for Nox to follow me.

“Come on, Aunt Poppy. Tell me where your baby’s gonna come from. It’s your poop, right? Or do you pee out the baby? Is that why my mom peed herself?”

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LOGAN

“No, I’m not shitting you.” I walk next to Remy on our way out of BPD. “Your son, the smart-ass that he is, thinks that your wife either peed or pooped out your baby. The entire time we were waiting to bring the kids to you, he wouldn’t stop asking Poppy about it.”

Remy chortles. “That kid, man. He’s more and more like Danny every single day.”

Danny was Nox’s birth father who died during a deployment overseas when Parker was pregnant. I still don’t know the entire story behind Parker and Remy, but I know enough from what I’ve heard and seen to know they were a thing a long time before Danny ever came into the picture.

“How are Parker and the boys doing?”

Remy smiles broadly. “Both of them are perfect, man. I didn’t think I could ever be this happy. Especially after Kevin’s letter told me I was having twins. Who’s ready for twins less than two years after having one kid?” He sighs, leaning against his cruiser. “I sure as shit wasn’t.”

“I dunno,” I tell him. “I think I’d be ecstatic if Poppy had twins.”

“Don’t jinx yourself,” Remy snaps. “Don’t you remember what Parker said when she was being taken to the ambulance?”

I shake my head because I honestly don’t. I tried avidly for the last two weeks to forget I saw his wife’s baby makin’ business, and thinking about that night at all brings the image of his son’s head shooting out of her to the forefront of my mind.

“Great.” I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands. “Now I’ve gotta bleach my eyeballs again.”

Remy, knowing where my head went, slaps me on the back. “Stop picturing my wife’s vagina. That’s not yours.”

“Trust me,” I bite out. “The last thing in the world I wanted to do was look down there and deliver your kid. But when I tried to run, Poppy told me I couldn’t.” I open the door to my truck before pausing. “Wait. What did Parker say?”

“She said she hopes you find out you’re having twins when Poppy delivers.” Remy taps the roof of his cruiser and gets in without saying anything else.

It’s a good thing Poppy has another OB appointment that I’m going with her to in the afternoon, because I will definitely be having them do another ultrasound.

“Thanks,” I call out to the back of his cruiser as he leaves the lot, heading out to patrol.

Sliding into my truck, I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to let Poppy know I’m on my way.

Lo: Hey. I’m on my way. You ready?

P: They called me to get in a little earlier. I’m here now. Sam dropped me off. Bring tacos.

Lo: Seriously? Did no one think to text me?

P: Check your VM before you’re an asshole.

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