Page 13 of Rowdy & Kat

“You know we can’t have sex until I’m eight weeks postpartum, right?”

“We haven’t had sex in eight months,” Rowdy murmured. “I think I can wait eight weeks.”

Looking around my room, I hadn’t expected Rowdy to put his cards on the table so quickly. I figured he’d be shocked and maybe dubious of paternity. Instead, he talked about me moving to his home town.

“It’ll depend on if Maria can come. She’s given up so much for me. We’re a package deal.”

Rather than get testy over my declaration, Rowdy smiled. “I like how there are two versions of you in the world. I get to keep one, and we’ll find someone for Maria.”

“Someone?”

“I have a lot of club brothers,” Rowdy explained while crawling up higher in the bed. “If Maria is into foxes, I have a lot of club sisters. We’ll find her someone sexy and devoted.”

“Just like that?”

“Sure. Your sister is gorgeous like you. She’s got beautiful eyes and an adorable nose,” Rowdy said and kissed my nose. “She’s got these soft cheeks,” he added, pressing his lips against each of my cheekbones. “Her hair shines nearly as brightly as her smile. Oh, and she’s got a rocking body.”

“I’ll never have a rocking body again,” I said and rubbed my massive belly. “Your sons are well sized despite the cramped space.”

“Have you thought of names?”

“Of course, but I don’t want to tell you since you’ll poop on them and make me cry.”

Rowdy flashed a sexy smile. “I promise to claim they’re great, even if they’re not.”

“What names do you like?”

“No way am I sharing that info. You’ve already chosen the names. I’m not messing with that. Besides, I got to name my dog. I don’t need to name anything else.”

“If I moved in with you, I’d need to bring my cats. How would your tiny dog handle sharing his space?”

Rowdy cocked his eyebrow. “Would your cats bully him?”

“Oh, yeah. They’re twins like Maria and me, but so much more devious than I could ever consider being, and I seduced a biker with a fake name.”

“You gave yourself a name similar to your own,” Rowdy said and tugged my blanket higher as if tucking me in for the night. “Why not name yourself something really different?”

“I wanted to be able to remember the fake name. Besides, I like my name.”

“I like it, too,” Rowdy said and rested his head on the pillow next to mine. “So, what do you plan to name our sons?”

“Earnest and Earl.”

“Aww, that’s sweet. How come you and your sister’s names don’t start with the same letter?”

“My father wouldn’t let my mother give us names with the same letter.”

“He sounds like a shithead,” Rowdy said and wrapped his arm across me. “Tomorrow, you and I will go on a real date.”

“How would that work?” I asked, gesturing at my stomach. “I’ve been on bed rest for months.”

“The date will take place in your room. We’ll introduce ourselves like we’re meeting for the first time. You’ll tell me about your life. I’ll tell you the same stories I texted you, but you’ll pretend they’re fascinating and new. It’ll be fun. Every day, we’ll have another date. By the time the boys are born, we’ll feel like a real couple.”

“That’s a smart plan, but you can’t sleep in here. Moving around in bed is a massive undertaking for me. Sharing the bed with you won’t work.”

“That’s okay, but I plan to stick around until you doze off. Then, I’ll check my phone and crash on your couch.”

“Thank you for coming tonight,” I whispered as my eyelids grew heavy. “I look forward to our first real date.”