Page 74 of Breathless

“You’re asking for it, dumpling.”

Thoreau took his favored position on the coffee table so he could be close, reaching for Fiona’s hand. “What’s he talking about?”

She shrugged and shook her head. “Nothing. I just… Well, I was thinking. I’m incredibly healthy. All natural is really working for me, and the Pilates has gotten rid of those twinges I was getting in my back.”

Thoreau nodded. “I know, and that’s great. What does that have to do with Austen’s cheekbones?”

“Your cheekbones. I want to have a baby with those cheekbones.”

Wyatt chuckled. “My gorgeous blue-eyed angels aren’t even born yet, and she’s already shopping for a new baby daddy. Greedy. That’s what she is.”

“Will you stop? It was just a conversation.”

“Sorry.” Not sorry.

He knew how excited Thoreau had been about the pregnancy. When he’d found out they were having twins, he’d been just as happy as Wyatt was. He’d helped decorate their room, and organizational wizard that he was, he was already looking at schools. Wyatt couldn’t ask for anyone better to help him raise his kids right. Thoreau would love them as if they were his own. He already did.

But there was no question Thoreau would also love it that Fiona wanted a child with him. That she’d already thought about it. She was doing that a lot more now. Looking into the future without fear and seeing them. All of them together. And now, instead of running away from complications? She wanted at least one more.

With good cheekbones.

“You see, it started after JD and I were talking to Owen and Jeremy,” Fiona began earnestly. “You know how often they’ve been over here, helping with the house?”

Thoreau nodded. “I remember they were thinking about surrogates.”

She grinned mischievously. “I might have talked them out of that. There’s this boy who comes to Bellamy House that I’ve fallen in love with. I think they could give him a wonderful home. I know he’d be placed with them if that’s what they wanted. It’s a perfect situation for everyone, really.”

Wyatt smiled at her in admiration. “I think that sounds like a great idea. We both know how many kids are out there who could use decent parents.”

She nodded, glancing hesitantly at Thoreau. “There are. So anyway, talking with them got me thinking about kids, which made me think about how much I love being pregnant. And then Austen and Hugo were here, looking gorgeous, and I thought…” She broke off and stuck her tongue out at Wyatt. “You’re getting me in trouble here. You like me pregnant, too. You say it all the time.”

“That’s true.” Fiona’s sexual appetites kept increasing the further along she got. And she definitely had a glow Wyatt found irresistible. But then, he’d never been able to resist her. Not since the first time he saw her with that wild fairy hair and poetry on her skin.

“You thought what?” Thoreau said, smiling tenderly now. “Sure, I’ve got great cheekbones, but Hugo’s dimples aren’t guaranteed, you know.”

“I know.” She took a breath and reached for Wyatt’s hand. “Obviously we have a long time to think about it. A few more months until the twins arrive. Then I’ll need time to recover. There’ll be midnight feedings. I might go crazy and take both of you with me.”

“Then you can go to see your therapist twice a week. Problem solved.”

“Wyatt.”

“I’m helping.”

“Let it go, Wyatt. Maybe he doesn’t wan—”

Thoreau kissed her into silence and Wyatt squeezed her hand. Yeah, he liked the idea, but in his mind, he was probably wondering why they’d skipped all the way to phase twenty-three.

Wyatt got a kick out of surprising their guy.

Their guy?

Yeah. Deal with it.

Fiona moaned, her hand leaving his to glide over his thigh. Had he mentioned pregnancy had done a lot for her appetites? She got to his zipper and he helped her along, pushing down his jeans and boxers so she could wrap her hand around him.

Thoreau lifted his mouth to watch and Fiona winked at Wyatt. “I think it’s time to get this housewarming started.”

He groaned, loving her touch. Loving both their eyes on him. “I thought the party was over.”

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