“What the fuck is that?” Rafe asks and points at the pan of scrambled eggs, and I follow his finger.
“Umm...” I look back up at the man who can cook exactly one dish. Eggs. “What the fuck is that?”
There’s a fat littlepandain the middle of the cast iron skillet.
And does this man beam with pride?
Why yes. Yes, he does.
“It’s iron. It’s supposed to be good for people with anemia to add these things to the pots when you’re cooking. And since you, dear wife, don’t cook, I thought I’d add it for you.”
Oh. My. Heart.
I wrap my arms around his waist, and brush my lips over his, ignoring the catcalls when he reaches under my sweater and grabs my ass. “Thank you.”
“Dude. You have a room,” Jasper groans.
“And a kid who’s watching,” Waverly laughs.
“Nothing from you?” Logan asks Rafe.
The goofball shakes his head with a silly smile. “Nah. I’m just wondering if you’re on Viagra or something because seriously man, do you come up for air?”
Everyone laughs, including Jasper, and enjoys the moment. The first home game of the season is later this week, and I’m certain after that, family times will be few and far between, knowing what a professional hockey schedule is like for my family.
A few minutes later, when Maggie discovers a new love of eggs dipped in ketchup, I decide this child enjoys eating more than any human I’ve ever met. I’m wiping her face when a box is placed on the table in front of me. It’s wrapped beautifully in white paper with a thick, silk, red ribbon tied around it. And my husband is preening like a peacock as he pushes it closer.
“What’s this?” I ask, my heart racing.
“Open it an find out.” He smirks, and everyone around the table stops talking.
I look around at all of them, shrinking. I hate being the center of attention. “Okay.” My hands shake as I tug the ribbon off and unwrap the box. “Boots?” I ask, lifting the beautiful glossy-red, knee-high Hunter boots out of the box. “Logan... they’re stunning.”
His cheeks warm. “I can’t take all the credit. Waves helped.”
She waves and winks. “Can’t live on a ranch without boots, Liv.”
“Or pants,” Jasper adds, and I think there might actually be a hint of a smile there.
My lower lip trembles, and I curse my hormones as I fight the urge to cry before Logan pulls out the chair next to me and drapes a hand around my back, his fingers playing with my braid. “I think the words you’re looking for arethank you.”
Carefully, I place the boots back in the box and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
“I was thinking we could go pick some apples after breakfast. Pops said he was in the mood for a pie.” The twinkle in this man’s eyes kills me. I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t do to see it there.
“So long as you promise not to bake it,” I tease, and he smiles and the table around us groans. “Actually, since everyone is here, Logan and I have something to discuss with you.”
“Jesus Christ, it’s called a condom, man. Learn how to use them,” Jasper bitches, and Waverly smacks the back of his head.
“Babies are blessings.”
“No,” I interrupt the siblings who are painfully offtrack. “Not pregnant. But thanks for the vote of confidence there.”
Logan shakes his head and peels a banana for Maggie. “We’re not pregnant. Not that it would be a bad thing if we were.”
My eyes fly to his, where hopefully, I manage to silently screamthe fuck it wouldn’t.
“We wanted to prepare all of you. We appreciate the way you’ve all kept our marriage quiet the past two months?—”
