“I just had this terrible thought.”
“Chaz!”
He slanted her a teasing glance. “You don't suppose this means Mojo really does have the ‘eye,’ do you?”
She chuckled. “I’ll tell you how we’ll know for sure.”
“Yeah? How’s that.”
She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “We’ll know for sure if he ‘sees’ our next baby before Mother Nature confirms it.”
“Our next baby? You mean the one after this?”
“That’s generally what ‘next’ means.”
Laughter rumbled through Chaz’s chest, ahappy, contented sound. “Okay. You’re on.”