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I glance up to find Danielle smirking at me. “What?" I ask.
"I just love how easy you are. I can totally picture our own kids someday just sticking their hands out and saying more and Daddy Nathan pulling out his wallet."
I shrug. "They’ll be spoiled brats," I admit.
"No, they won’t." Michael says firmly.
Danielle looks back-and-forth between us, her smile wide, but I can see that her eyes are watery.
"What’s wrong?" I ask, leaning forward.
"Nothing. I just love how you both referred to our kids as they. As in plural."
Michael rests his hand on top of her hair, stroking softly. "You didn’t think we were going to stop at just one, did you?"
She shakes her head. "No, probably not. But we haven’t talked about it."
I wiggle my eyebrows at her. "Well, definitely one of the advantages of having a very young, insatiable wife is that we can knock her up several times."
She visibly shivers. "That should not be hot. I should be much more feminist than to love the idea of the three of you keeping me at home, pregnant constantly and raising your kids. While writing books about hot s-e-x."
I give her a knowing look. Our girl was an only child to older parents who sheltered her. She wants a big, boisterous, loving family. And she’s got three men to help and plenty of money to support them. There’s no reason we can’t give her all of that.
"But it makes you hot, doesn’t it?" I ask her.
She squeezes her thighs together, telling me everything I need to know, but she still admits, "It really does."
I see Michael’s hand tighten on her hair, too. It’s affecting him as well.
"Knock her up," Gracie murmurs under her breath, carefully folding the dollar I gave her up and putting it in her pocket.
My attention is pulled back to the three-year-old standing in front of me.
"Oops," I say.
Michael laughs. "That could’ve easily come from Mark. Marissa will blame him if she says it at home."
We all laugh. Mark and Marissa are fortunately very laid back. Well, Marissa isn’t entirely laid back but she’s a good neighbor and I think she would have a good sense of humor about this. She seems thrilled that Danielle is pregnant and that there might be a little one next-door close to Romeo‘s age. Besides, she married Mark, didn’t she?
I hand Gracie another dollar, noting that I should enjoy the time when a little girl thinks a dollar is a lot. She takes it over to Michael and hands it to him.
"Cupcake."
Well, at least she’s willing to pay for it. Michael takes it from her then gestures toward the kitchen. "Right this way, Madame."
Gracie burps then says, "Say excuse me when you burp."
Which makes me grin. The concept is there, the delivery not quite on point yet.
"Can I take the baby?" Danielle says, holding out her hands and wiggling her fingers.
Michael chuckles. "I’ve barely had him for ten minutes. You’re a baby hog."
She grins. "I know. Lucky for me the guys I live with let me get away with everything."
He sighs. "It’s true. Lucky for me, you’re easy and always h-o-r-n-y because watching you with the kids makes me want to spread you out on the kitchen table and I intend to do that the second Mark and Marissa pick these kids up."
I know exactly what he means. Good thing both of them will be fine with me joining in on that spreading-her-out thing.
