Page 131 of Pucking With My Head

“A few weeks now. They’re getting wriggly!” I scrunched my nose playfully.

Joey giggled. “It’s small in there.” She touched my belly lightly. “They must be squished.”

“But remember, the baby is small as well. You saw the little pajamas Daddy Jensen got the baby last week.”

Joey’s eyes widened. “Those were teeny-tiny!”

“They were, but they’re teeny-tiny because they’re inside me!”

Joey nodded, leaning over and putting her head on my belly. “I wanna meet you, baby!” she said to my stomach.

My heart turned to pure goo.

“How did I know I would find you two cuddled up in the nest?” Gideon asked as he entered the room.

“It’s the best room in the house.” I shrugged and Joey nodded emphatically.

“It is, Daddy. If you get me a ball pit room, that may be the best room, but for now, this room is comfy, and it smells nice.”

“Well, how about we grab our dinners, then make a nest in the living room to watch movies?”

Joey sat up straight. “I want to build the nest!” she declared, scrambling out of the nest surprisingly fast and darting out of the room, no doubt to start her little project.

“You’d better have plenty of nesting supplies, or that little omega may turn vicious.” I giggled, holding out my hands. “You’re going to have to help me out of here. I’m stuck!”

Gideon smiled indulgently at me, taking a few steps forward and grabbing my hands. In one swift but soft movement, he had me on my feet.

“I came prepared. We’ve been ordering a lot of the things you guys have been buying for your nests in duplicate for this very scenario—also, in case Joey spilled ketchup on anything. I’ll warn you now, the sofa nest will be filled with dinosaurs…”

My smile was warm, if a little tired. “That sounds perfect. Those squishy dinosaurs make excellent pillows.”

He hadn’t let go of my hands yet, opting to hold them between us. The contact was nice; any way I could touch my guys made me happier.

Going up on my tiptoes, I rubbed my face in his neck, scenting him.

Frantic little footsteps thundered into the room as Joey reappeared. “Oh, before I forget, this is for you! Now, blankies!”

She shoved some sort of paper into my hands before scampering off as quickly as she came, a little whirlwind of excitement and giddiness.

“What you got there?” Gideon asked. “Usually, she gives me the boring school permission slips.”

I chuckled. “She only gives them to you because she knows you’ll tell Cullen or Jensen off if they sign anything without you looking over it, even a permission slip.”

He smiled indulgently at me. “Rightly so. Never sign anything without letting your lawyer look at it. I’ll protect my family, no matter what.”

“Those pesky PTA moms.” I giggled. “Such a threat.”

“Well, Jennifer Lowe wasn’t harmless…”

“But after you filed a complaint, she moved to another school district, so she’s not my problem anymore. Do you still have that appointment tomorrow?”

“I do, but I can cancel. It’s just a check to see if I’m at all dilated now that I’m looking my due date in the face…” Turning my attention to the paper in hand, my words trailed off.

It was a Mother’s Day card.

Addressed to me.

Instantly, tears welled up in my eyes, and Gideon looked between the card and me with surprise.

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