Page 127 of Unexpected Redemption

“Say what now? Little monsters?” Is she calling her twins that?

“In here.” She clicks her tongue, pointing at her forehead. “You have a squirrel and a delulu, and I have my monsters.”

A grin eats up my face. “I see.”

Sawyer gets up, stretching over his head and lengthening his already long frame. “Time for a perimeter walk. Stay in here. I’ll lock the outer office door like last time. Listen for my knock.”

She puckers her lips, enticing him to give her a kiss.

I look away to give them a bit of privacy.

Once he’s gone, she hits me with a severe glare. “Seriously, you’re gonna ask your grandma, right? If not, give me her number.”

“Well, Tomer said he wants to meet her when this Lenkov mess is over. I can’t hide the pregnancy from her forever. And although we don’t have a great relationship, I’d still like her to attend our wedding.”

Her face brightens, and her eyes dance. “Wedding?”

“Well, yeah.” Warmth travels up my neck, lapping at my cheeks. “He hasn’t officially asked yet. But he gave me this collar, which is basically the same thing.” I snicker behind my cupped hand. “I’ve been teasing him that it’s a not-a-proposal-but-definitely-a-proposal collar. When he asked me to wear it, his speech was as much of a proposal as anything I’ve seen in movies. He’s honestly so freaking swoony.”

Sammy’s eyes bulge. “Tomer is swoony?”

I feign being cross with her. “Hey now,” I warn.

“No, it’s just that he’s so quiet. Was it like... a long profession of love? I can’t imagine it for the life of me.”

Through giggles and love-struck sighs, I tell her about the collar ceremony thing.

My story is cut short when she jerks suddenly. “Son of a bitch.” Her hand goes to her stomach, and her face crimps in pain.

“Oh no! Are you in labor? What do we do?”

Of coursethis would happen the moment Sawyer leaves us alone. That’s par for the Lettie course.

What do I do? Drunk llamas can’t help with this. I don’t know how to deliver a baby.Hell’s bells, I only learned how babies are made a few years ago.

Her laughter sails through the air, melodic and bright. Likely, she can see my panic. Never been one to dilute my overreactions.

“It’s just a kick. Right in the ribs. She’s gonna be an MMA fighter. And she fights dirty.”

My midsection aches in solidarity. “Been there with the bruised ribs. Negative infinity stars.”

She hits me with a pout, but it quickly morphs into a gasp when she takes another kick to the ribs.

Mouth splaying wide in a beaming grin, she reaches for me. Slowly, she brings our hands to her belly. “Feel this.”

I don’t speak. Barely breathe. Too afraid to ruin the moment.Feeling the babies kicking has me simply awestruck.

A roll under her firm belly makes our joined hands bob and rock like they had too much of Miss Paula’s moonshine.

“Butter my biscuits. Slap me silly. And snap my garters.”

They’re moving under her shirt like a damn horror movie. But not a scary one. Like a happy horror movie.

Perhaps the babies aren’t kicking but doing synchronized swimming. There’s two of them, after all.

I can’t wait to feel my own baby one day.

All too soon, my euphoria bubble bursts.

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