Page 108 of Fourteen of a Kind

“So? What are you trying to say, Graham?” Ella narrowed her eyes.

“Be careful with your words,” Nathan whispered in my ear.

“Nothing, babe. I’ll be more than happy to go to the store and get you some more.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m heading home.” She leaned over and kissed me. “Your daughter really wants that ice cream now.”

“And she shall have it, my love.” I smiled.

I let out a breath the second she walked away, and the guys laughed.

“Let’s go,” Nathan said. “I’ll drive.”

“It’s okay, Nathan. You don’t have to go.”

“Don’t argue with me, Graham. I’m driving you to the store.”

We climbed into his car.

“She’s been so irritable lately,” I said to Nathan.

“The baby is growing. She’s uncomfortable, tired, always hungry, and her hormones are out of whack. Need I go on?” Nathan asked.

“No.” I chuckled.

He grabbed a cart when we entered the store.

“Why do we need a cart? We’re only grabbing a gallon of ice cream,” I said.

“Let me make life easier for you, Dr. Malone. It is a given that when your pregnant wife wants ice cream, it’s best to buy more than one gallon. That way, it’s always in the freezer when she craves it and saves you from running to the store every other day. Happy wife, happy life.” He grinned as he set the gallons of ice cream in the cart.

“Six gallons, Nathan? Really?”

“Trust me, son.”

He dropped me off at home. After placing five gallons in the freezer, I grabbed a spoon and the sixth gallon of ice cream and took it upstairs. When I walked into the bedroom, Ella was on her laptop.

“One double chocolate chip ice cream for my queen.” I smiled.

“God, I love you.” She grabbed the ice cream and spoon from my hand. “Oh my God, this is so good. Thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome.” I climbed on the bed next to her.

“Want some?” She shoved the spoon in my face.

“No, thanks. Have you decided if you’re taking some time off before the baby comes?”

“I’m not. I’m working until the day I deliver. You know how I am. I can’t sit here all day waiting. It’s best that I keep busy at the hospital.”

“And what if you’re in the middle of a life-saving surgery when you go into labor?”

“You know that’s not going to happen. I can guarantee you that I’ll go into labor in the middle of the night. That’s how it usually works, right?”

“I haven’t a clue. I’ve never been pregnant.” I smirked.

“Smart ass.” She tapped the end of my nose with the spoon before climbing out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

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