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It takes her a moment longer. Then she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God! You didn’t want to find out the genders, did you? I’m so sorry! I really should have rescheduled. I’m exhausted.”
I can’t even tell her it’s okay because I’m distracted by the look on my husband’s face. He is shocked, but smiling.
“A boy and a girl,” he whispers in awe. “We’re having one of each. We’re having a son and a daughter.”
Misha presses a kiss to my forehead and then catches my mouth. He sucks on my lower lip and works his gratitude into every stroke of his tongue and press of his lips.
We kiss for so long that I forget anyone else is in the room. When we finally part, Dr. Mathers still looks mortified for her slip-up.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she says again.
“I’m not,” I tell her firmly. “That was amazing news. I’m glad we know.”
She gives me a grateful smile. “That’s good to hear.”
“Simone, would you mind giving us a moment?” Misha asks.
“Of course!” She looks relieved to be excused as she slips out of the room, leaving Misha and I alone together.
“A boy and a girl,” I say out loud. “Misha, we’re so lucky. We’re complete now.”
He lifts my hand to his lips. “I expected it to be twin boys. Nikita was the first girl in the family in two generations.”
“You’re going to be a father to a daughter,” I say. “How do you feel about that?”
“Terrified.”
I chuckle. “I didn’t think anything terrified you.”
“Normally, no. But this is a whole different beast.” His eyes soften. I can see that this information is already changing him. “This is going to be quite the adventure.”
“We can do this, Misha,” I tell him. “It’s the four of us against the world now.”
He smiles. “The world better watch out.”
69
MISHA
Paige ditches her jeans and top in favor of one of my shirts the moment we get home. Yesterday, she complained about none of her clothes fitting and how she was jury-rigging the button of her pants with a hair tie to create extra space. But today, there are stars in her eyes as she peels herself out of her too-tight clothes with a sigh of relief.
I’m waiting for her on the bed, but instead of sitting next to me, Paige straddles my lap. I curl my hands around her backside, hauling her against me.
“I’ve thought about it,” she announces, “and I think our little girl deserves a name as unique as she is. Clara can be her middle name.”
“Great,” I drawl. “So we have two middle names, but no first names. Wonderful progress we’re making.”
She laughs. “We have time.” She links her fingers through mine and we stare at one another, letting each process in our own way. “You’re going to be an amazing father, Misha.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you love fiercely and you’re protective to the point of annoyance. Family is everything to you. Underneath all that strength and steel, you’re just a big softie.”
I growl and take a playful bite of her jaw. “No part of me is soft right now. Feel free to check for yourself.”
She laughs and drags my face up for a kiss. What starts off tender quickly turns heated. Paige yanks her t-shirt over her head a mere sixty seconds after she put it on in the first place. I consider teasing her about how quickly her clothes go on and off these days, but then she rolls her hips against my already pulsing erection and I forget all about those jokes.
Before I explode in my pants, I roll her onto the mattress and hover over her.
