Page 36 of Dare to Embrace
I was having trouble wrapping my mind around three babies. As happy as I was with triplets, part of me was wondering how we would manage three, particularly when Lacey returned to playing ball.
I shouldn’t worry. Mom was a stone’s throw from our house, and my aunt Christine was a few miles down the road. I was sure they had some great advice, especially Mom, who’d raised triplets.
Speaking of my brothers, Kelton waltzed out from the kitchen with his signature cocky grin plastered on his unshaven jaw. His blue eyes glistened in the afternoon sun. “Those steaks ready yet?”
I flipped the steaks over. “Nope. Too lazy to shave this weekend?” I teased.
He arched a brow. “You must be lazy too.” He circled his finger in the air around my face.
“Touché.”
We both chuckled.
Kelton scrutinized me as though I were on the witness stand. “You look different since the last time I saw you.”
It figured he could see right through me. He was officially a lawyer, albeit a freshman lawyer. He’d just about aced the bar exam and was working for a prestigious law firm in Boston.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Getting laid more, I suspect, now that baseball season is over.”
Leave it to Kelton to always fit sex into the conversation.
I grinned as my gaze drifted past my brother and landed on Lacey, who was talking to my mom. She had her hair up in a messy bun. Her cheeks were pink and not from makeup. Her breasts… Well, those babies were growing at the speed of light, and with her slim, toned body, it was hard not to notice how big her tits were.
I mentally shook off any images of her naked. Kelton wasn’t wrong in the least. I couldn’t get enough of my gorgeous wife.
My mom reared back as she listened to Lacey. For a split second, my stomach did a somersault, wondering if my wife was spilling the beans to Mom before dinner. But as soon as that thought hit me, I chucked it. Lacey wanted me to tell my family. She was probably telling Mom something about baseball. We’d learned from Tara that another up-and-coming female was making news in the baseball arena, and Lacey was excited to meet her at some point.
Kelton snapped his fingers. “Dude, where did you go?”
I blinked. “Can I look at my wife?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Sure, but…” He studied me more.
I turned to check on the steaks, hoping he didn’t probe any further. I wasn’t sure I could contain myself. I’d been bursting to tell someone. I hadn’t even told my best bud, Hunter, and I told him everything. Sure, I shared a ton with my brothers, but I was afraid Kross would tell his wife Ruby, and Ruby couldn’t keep a secret to save her life. At least according to Kross she couldn’t.
Kelton’s girl, Lizzie, wanted kids so bad that I couldn’t imagine her keeping anything to herself. As far as Jessie, Kody’s girl, she was probably the only one I did trust with our news. After all, she worked as a nurse and was accustomed to keeping patient news to herself.
Despite all that, I wanted to see everyone’s face at one time when I told them we were having triplets.
“You’re hiding something.” Kelton’s voice drew me back to him.
I schooled my features into what I hoped was one of my blank expressions that Lacey despised.
“I know you, dude. I can see it in the way you’re holding in a fucking grin that I’m sure is the size of Massachusetts.” Then he regarded Lacey and swung his gaze back to me. “Holy shit!”
The fucker was putting the puzzle pieces together. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Kelton’s lawyer instincts in reading people were killer. The man could read the life of a stranger walking on the street. At times, I thought he had clairvoyant skills.
Smoke floated out and around the grill.
“Whatever it is you think you know, shut it,” I said in a harsh tone.
He leaned in close to me as I mindlessly poked the steaks with a fork. “When is she due?” His voice was barely audible.
Reaghan, my two-year-old niece, ran out with Kross chasing his daughter. Her black-as-night curls bounced with every step she took as she squealed.
“Daddy’s going to get you,” Kross said as Reaghan latched on to my leg.
“Uncle Kade,” she cooed, her tiny hands digging into my leg.
