Page 128 of Stolen Bases

“I’ll be fine, you big baby. This guy…” Rylann glows with pregnant bliss as she places her hands on her stomach and rubs her swollen belly.

Images of a pregnant Talia skate across my mind for the second time.

“He isn’t coming for a while.”

“Wait? Did you saythis guy? You’re having a boy?” I ask.

Rylann’s cheeks flush. “We just found out. We were going to announce it at the party. Promise not to tell?”

I make a cross over my heart. “Your secret is safe with me. As long as you name him after me. I think Isaac is a kick-ass name.” I tap my chin, waiting for Jace to cuss me out for even thinking of giving his kid my middle name.

When it comes to his family, Jace is crazy as fuck. He’s overprotective, doting, and absolutely over-the-top obsessed.

“Have your own fucking kid, then you can name them,” he growls. The gold rings around his irises glow, making him look like an angry superhero ready to laser my head off.

“Didn’t Rylann tell you? I am the father.” I make my best Maury Povich voice, delivering him the test results.

Rylann howls in laughter, her long brown hair flowing behind her, as Jace’s face turns beet red with anger. “He’s kidding.”

I love pushing his buttons. It’s my job as his baby brother. What I really love, though, is seeing him happy. His first wife made him miserable. He was a shell of himself when he was with her. When he reconnected with Rylann, I got my brother back. I couldn’t be more grateful for her and Rhys coming into his life.

He crosses his arms, cursing under his breath. “It’s not fucking funny.”

“Rylann thought it was.” I quirk a brow his way, making him growl like an angry teddy bear.

His wife pats his chest. “Such a neanderthal. Relax. We already have his name, and you know you’re the father.”

“Sunshine,” Jace warns.

“Wait. You have his name already?” I can’t help asking. All this baby talk has me feeling some kind of way, especially with the woman of my dreams sleeping in my bed.

Rylann looks at me, her cheeks pink and big brown eyes full of unshed tears. “We wanted to name him after your dad. Jeremy, but we’ll call him Remy.”

Jeremy is our dad’s middle name.

“Remy,” I repeat. “It’s perfect.” My nose tingles, and I clear the emotion clogging my throat. “Dad will love that.”

A noise behind me has me sitting up to find Talia leaning against the door frame, wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a sweet blush on her cheeks. My heart beats like a drum in my chest at the sight of her.

I motion with my finger, encouraging her to come closer. She shakes her head, but fuck that.

Come here,I mouth.

“Cam, what the fuck?” Jace shouts, shooting daggers at me. “Don’t call my son when one of your random cleat-chasers is still at your place walking around half naked.”

Jace’s comment has my blood pressure skyrocketing. I glare at him through the camera. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said, don’t call when—”

“Stop. Don’t finish that sentence. And don’t fucking talk about my girl like that, or I swear to God, I will cut your fucking balls off, feed them to you, and then pay your wife to name your child Cameron. Do you understand me?”

Jace throws his head back and laughs. “Holy shit. Has the mighty Cameron Miller finally fallen? I never thought I’d see the day.”

Rylann smacks him on the back of the head. “So rude.”

“Sorry, wife.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to Cam and his girlfriend.”

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