Page 2 of Delivery After Dark
“I suck at that.”
“At this rate, he’ll sleep between us until he goes to college.”
“No way. Trust me, he’ll want his privacy by the time he’s twelve.”
“That’s ten years from now. Do you want him between us every night for that long? And besides, what’ll it be like when there are five of them between us? These boys will do whatever Liam does.”
“I’ll try harder tonight.”
“Yes, you will.”
“He’s just so damned cute and snuggly, and I’m lonely without you.”
“Adam…”
“I hear you, honey. I’ll work on it.”
“Do that before we have a baseball team in bed with us.”
He laughed. “I love when you’re stern with me. It’s hot.”
“Oh please. Nothing about me is hot except a body temperature set to roast because these boys of yours are overheating me.”
With Liam occupied with his toys, Adam sat on the edge of her bed, took her hand and brought it to his lips. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. In fact, you’ve never been more beautiful than you are now, full of maternal power as you prepare to give birth to a rare double set of identical twins.”
Though she felt like an ugly whale, she appreciated his efforts to raise her self-esteem. “If you say so.”
“I say so, and I’m the husband, so whatever I say goes.”
Her scowl made him laugh again. “I can’t wait to be home with you and our boys. I miss our life on the island.
“Same. I miss sleeping with you.” He waggled his brows. “Among other things.”
“Speaking of that, you should use the remaining time on the mainland to get yourself a vasectomy, because now that I know you’re packing super sperm, you’re not coming near me again while that thing is still active.”
He made a sad face. “I’m deeply offended on behalf of my thing and my super sperm.”
“Whatever. Get the snip. Have your parents or mine come over to watch Liam. They’re always happy to help.”
Adam released her hand and put his over his package, as if protecting it. “I take back every nice thing I said about you.”
Abby laughed hard and then burped, which made her laugh even harder. The heartburn, burping and flatulence had been ridiculous as her pregnancy progressed.
Adam laughed with her and then kissed her. “Even if you’re planning violence against my manhood, I still love you.”
“You’d better still love me. This is all your fault.” She curled her hand around his. “Won’t be much longer. I have a feeling we’re getting close to the finish line. There’s nowhere left for them to go in there.”
“I hope so for your sake. I’m afraid you’ll go loco before they arrive.”
“I’m hanging in there, thanks to you and our families and the visits from our friends. Everyone has been amazing. My girls on the island call or text every day. They’re planning a shower for when we get home, since we left somewhat abruptly.” In a Life Flight helicopter, no less, after she went into early labor.
“That’s very sweet of them.”
“The theme is Four of Everything.”
“Ha, good idea.”
“I sure hope we’re home in time for Christmas.” The only way they wouldn’t be home by then was if there were complications with the babies, which neither of them wanted to think about.
