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“Any other stipulations?” I asked.
“Our babies have to look like you.”
I cradled his cheeks and skimmed his lips with my thumbs. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Chapter 42
My phone alarm went off a few hours later. It was early Sunday morning around 8 AM. Bones reached for the nightstand, and then blessed quietness enveloped the room.
I hadn’t fallen asleep fully the entire night. My nerves were frayed and I’d bounced in and out of consciousness for hours until the alarm went off.
“You ready to get up and face the day?” Bones rumbled next to me.
I rolled over and curled into him. “No.”
“That terrified of marrying me?”
“That terrified that my stepfather really is behind all this and that everything I thought I knew is a lie.” With a sigh, I forced myself to sit up. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the day without caffeine. And we’re going to have to figure out how to bail on dinner tonight. There’s no way we can go after what happened.”
“We’ll come up with something. For now, have a cup of coffee.”
“Hm. No. It’ll give me a headache. And will probably make me nauseated.”
“Not worth it then.” He threw off the covers and sat up. Bones scratched his bare chest and reached for his phone. “I’m gonna call Vance now. Let him know about the situation. He’s going to want to meet with us and go over a few things.”
“Like the prenup?”
He handed me my phone. “Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“Things,” Bones said evasively. He leaned over and kissed me. “I need coffee before I call Vance. Meet me downstairs when you’re done.”
He quickly pulled on a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and his boots before leaving the bedroom.
I sat for a moment and then I opened my phone and found Oliver’s number. He answered on the first ring. “You’re calling me this time.”
“I am,” I said.
“You never call me.”
“I didn’t see you last night at my mother’s charity event,” I said.
“You know I never attend those things. How was it?”
“Beautiful. Am I disturbing you?”
“No, I just sat down at my desk and I’m finishing my cup of coffee. What can I do for you, Hayden?”
“I need to talk to you about something, but I need your promise of discretion.”
“You have it.”
I took a deep breath. “I need the name of an attorney you trust. Someone not tied to Dad’s company. Someone who specializes in family law.”
“Family law,” he repeated slowly.
“I need a prenuptial agreement,” I stated honestly. “And while I’m at it, a will and testament drawn up. And after I’m married, I’m going to need to alter the trust for Spencer Pharmaceuticals, and it’s going to take some time.”
