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Her cheeks turned pink. “I wish we could . . . have more.”
“More . . . kids?” I must have misunderstood her.
But that pink shade deepened. “Yes.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out so I closed it.
“Penelope is more than I’ll ever need, but there’s always room for more love.” There was a twinge of sadness in her voice. “You could. Have more children of your own.”
“I’m too old to keep up with kids the age of Whitley’s.” Although the idea wasn’t unpleasant.
The time for that with JoJo had clearly passed for biological children.
“They are full of energy.” Her gaze softened. “Seeing Penelope with Blake, it made me want to be a grandmother. I never understood putting pressure on children to have children before, but now . . .”
“A grandparent?” I balked. “That means she’ll have to have sex and that’s not happening.”
“Kane!” She smacked my back. “She’s an adult.”
“What’s your point?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“If that argument is supposed to make me change my mind, it didn’t work,” I grumbled.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to take little ones to the Hamptons? We could have picnics on the beach and build sandcastles.”
“And teach them to fish and grill.”
She frowned. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“You wanted me in this fantasy.” I shrugged.
“They could spend the night here. Maybe another apartment would open up in the building, and we could see them every day.” With every word that poured out of her mouth she became more animated.
“We could fight over who gets to take them to work.” I stroked the side of her neck, her pulse fluttering under my touch.
“You’re too busy. Of course, they’ll go with me.”
“But I’m going to convince Penelope to be a partner at our firm. So they’ll want to see their mama.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Now who’s playing dirty?”
“I’m learning from you.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Everybody decent?” Penelope stuck her head into the bedroom but kept her eyes closed.
“We’re decent,” JoJo said.
Our daughter took in the sight of her parents cuddling with a happy expression and sat on the edge of the bed. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t want to know,” JoJo said.
“We’re planning your children and what all we’re going to do with them.”
JoJo could beat around the bush all she wanted but I wasn’t going to.
