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I’ll say it again.
I’m a lucky—blessed—SOB.
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The kitchen clean, Reese and I settle on the couch, the kids playing on the floor around us. I sip my coffee, watching Reese as much as the kids.
“You feeling any better?”
“Mmm, not really. Food helped. I think.” She yawns. “I don’t know. Honestly, I think I could sleep for a week.”
“Cameron made me promise I’d ensure you drink more water.”
“He thinks I have altitude sickness.”
“What do you think?”
She seems transfixed by the fire dancing in the fireplace. “I think I might be pregnant.”
My heart skips. I was hoping but didn’t want to say it—put the idea in her head if she’s not. They’ve been trying for a while. Each month, when her period comes, she’s disappointed, though she does a good job of hiding it.
“Do you have a test with you?” I could ask the guys to stop on their way back, but they’d have to go to town. I doubt the ski shop carries pregnancy tests. Though, you never know.
“I do.”
My brows shoot up. “Why haven’t you taken it?”
She rolls her head toward me, sinking farther into the couch. “I’m scared it will be negative. If I don’t take it, I can live in theland of possibilityfor a little while longer.”
I understand living in denial. “Give it a few more days—or wait until we get home.”
“I was thinking of taking it on Christmas Eve. It would make for a great Christmas present for Cam.”
It could be a huge disappointment for them too. I don’t point that out. She knows. Probably why she’s really waiting.
“Well, there’s time. We have ginger. I could make you some tea.” It helped her through the nausea with Killian. She even had ginger suckers she kept in her purse and pretty much within arm’s reach all over their house.
“That’d be nice.”
She must be out of sorts if she hadn’t thought of it. As I get up to make her tea, Killian climbs in her lap. “I tired.” He snuggles into her chest.
“You ready for your nap?”
“No. Can I lay wiff you?”
“Of course.”
“I’m kinda tired too.” Ox yawns, followed by Cade.
Wade eyes the two of them before walking to me. “Movie?” His shoulders rise with his expressive brows. My intuitive little man. So young, but already a caretaker of his brother, sister, and cousins.
“That’s a great idea. Why don’t y’all get comfortable on the couches while we put a movie on?” I touch Reese’s shoulder. “I’ll make the bottles too.” The girls will be ready for their bottles before their morning naps. I doubt any of the kids will make it through the movie.
Maybe not even the adults will.
CHAPTER4
LANDRY AND TAYLOR
