Page 27 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw
“What…oh!”
She puts a hand over her mouth.
Just above the natural wood mantle, there are engraved bricks that I had to special order, weeks in advance. They match the red-brown tone of the surrounding bricks, but have black engraving in them.
Kay Wallace
Sam Wallace
Clara Wallace
She whirls around.
“Really?”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“You told me you weren’t sold on the name Clara, though,” Kay says. “You said you need to think about it.”
“Well, I thought about it,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her. “Clara is your top pick, right?”
“It was, before you vetoed it,” she says, scrunching her nose up at me. She’s so damn cute, even cuter pregnant. I love this woman so much, I think it’ll kill me.
I grin.
“Then the name is Clara,” I tell her. “Besides, your dad will love it.”
“It was his mother’s name,” she agrees. “He’ll probably cry.”
“I don’t know if I can handle seeing your old man cry,” I shake my head. “I’ll leave the room while you tell them the name.”
“Don’t you dare!” she says. “You’re a part of this family, Sam Wallace. You will witness all of the uncomfortable emotional moments. No fleeing allowed.”
You’re a part of this family.
Damn right, I am. Not just because I convinced Kay to marry me and then promptly put a baby in her, but because I’ve earned the right to call the Beaumonts my family. I’m the man I always wanted to be back when I was younger. Strong and dependable. A backbone for the family while they endure Adam’s illness.
He’s still doing alright. Actually, his doctor said he seems to be getting stronger. With me around, he’s been able to step back from running the business and rest more.
“Clara Wallace,” Kay sighs. “I just love it. It sounds so perfect.”
It sure does.
She turns to me.
“You’re sure?” she asks. “I don’t want you to hate the name.”
“I don’t hate the name. I love it. It’s already our daughter’s name, I can’t think about the name Clara without thinking aboutour little girl,” I tell her. “We can save the name Kaydra for our next daughter.”
She shakes her head.
“I’m not even done making this one and you’re already plotting for the next,” she says.
“Of course I am,” I tell her. I kiss her softly before whispering against her cheek. “You know I’ll knock you up again and again. As long as you’ll let me. I want as many babies as you’re willing to give me.”
She giggles.
“Let’s just see how the first goes,” she says. “And if we have another, I think it’s going to be a boy.”
