He’s not wrong…and also—not that I’ll admit this aloud—but I’m seriously reconsidering wanting the baby growing in my belly to be a girl.
Because watching Leo play with Ollie…
No. It can’t be a boy. I don’t know if my heart can take it.
“I like Reed for a boy,” I say. “But we’re having a girl.”
He shakes his head. “Oh, no. It’s definitely a boy.”
I wrinkle my nose. “No way. Boys are gross.”
“I resent that comment.” But he’s grinning as he shifts closer. “And anyway, some might say that girls are trouble.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “You definitely have that wrong. It’s boys that are trouble.”
“One word: attitude.”
“One word: boy funk.”
“That’s two words,” he points out rightly.
I wave a hand. “Semantics.”
“Plus, girls are dramatic.”
I lift my brows. “So says the man throwing a tantrum right now.”
A frown. “Who says I’m throwing a tantrum?”
“Me.”
He chuckles and grins down at me and?—
I suck in a breath.
When had we gotten so close?
I would only have to lift onto my tiptoes to close the gap between our lips.
He goes still for a heartbeat—as if he’s just realized the same things—then he exhales softly. “Either way,” he says, his mouth quirking up at the edges, “they’re sure to be stubborn.”
I giggle.
His eyes warm like my amusement makes him happy, and he runs the backs of his knuckles over my cheek. “So, Skye for a girl. Reed for a boy.” He smiles. “I dig it.”
“Me too,” I murmur, my pulse skittering through my veins, my body drifting even closer to his.
Then I remember myself.
And step back.
“Of course,” I say dryly, “we’ll probably disagree on middle names.”
A flash of a smile. “I think, given the chance, we’ll find that we could agree on a whole lot.”
I freeze, eyes going wide, but before I can decide if I’m going to ask him to explain that loaded statement, Aiden’s voice fills the room.
“Luna needs rest,” he says his face serious…for a few heartbeats, anyway. Then his lips curve. “But my tiny tornado also needs to see everyone before she’ll do that. So, Bri and Mom, will you guys start? Then we’ll give everyone else a turn.”
