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Jamie and Bash entered the room, laden down with gift bags and balloons.
“You didn’t have to get us anything else,” I told them, taking the bags from them. “You did enough at the baby shower.”
“Don’t ever tell grandparents they can’t buy for their grandchild,” Bash gave me an annoyed look. “Honestly. What is wrong with you?”
Holding up my hands in defeat, I slid back onto the bed next to Ronen. He snuggled in, his head on my chest, and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day, and we were both exhausted. Plus we’d had an endless stream of Ronen’s visiting family. On topof a facetime call with my family that had lasted over an hour. Mostly consisting of me holding my phone so they could stare at a sleeping Colton.
Jamie scooped the baby from Matty, who squawked at his dad. “Um, excuse you, that’s my birthday present you just stole.”
“Get over it,” Jamie smiled down at the baby, plopping his butt on an empty chair. Bash looked over his shoulder, fussing with the blankets the baby was wrapped in.
“So,” Jamie asked us, “how set are we on the name Colton? Like has it been put on any legal documents yet or is there some wiggle room?”
Ronen raised his head off my chest, glaring daggers at his dad. “Very set. His name is Colton. Deal with it, old man.”
“Sounds like a cowboy,” Jamie muttered, while Bash told him to shush.
“Exactly,” Ronen grinned unapologetically. “Colton Sinclair Caldwell.”
Jamie shook his head, sighing dramatically. “That’s a big name for such a little fellow. We shall call you Colt.”
“We shall not,” Bash shook his head. “His name is Colton.”
“Eh,” Jamie wasn’t agreeing to any such thing.
“My dad is going to call him Colt, too,” I told them. “But he’s horse crazy and probably thinks we named him in some homage to him and my family ranch. We just liked the name.”
“Colt,” Jamie said to the baby, “I think you should have a colt of your own.”
“We have horses already,” I told them, “but when he’s older, sure.”
“Horses?” Jamie gave me a strange look. “I’m talking a gun, son.”
“Nope,” Ronen shook his head. “No. You will not. Do you hear me? Absolutely not.”
“Your papa is no fun,” Jamie stage whispered to the sleeping baby, who thankfully was paying no attention to his grandfather. “We just won’t tell him what we get up to, now will we?”
“Yes, that is correct,” Ronen snarked, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s me. The fun killer.”
“Let’s just stick with the horse,” I muttered.
Several hours later, we were finally alone, Colton sleeping in the little clear plastic bassinet next to the bed.
Ronen watched me from the bed, as I flitted about the room, cleaning up, making sure we were stocked for diapers and wipes for the night.
“Mason,” he held a hand out to me, “come to bed. He’ll be up again, soon enough, and all of that can wait until tomorrow.”
“I’m just making sure we have everything we need.”
“If we don’t, we have this handy call button.” He waved the call remote for the nurses at me. “Come to bed. I want to sleep on your chest and have your heartbeat lull me to sleep.”
Well, when he said things like that, I couldn’t resist doing what he asked.
Sliding in beside him, he got settled, his head on my chest, and I wrapped him in my arms.
“Marry me,” I whispered.
“Claim me,” Ronen whispered at the same time.
