Page 148 of Bones
She spun back around before I could taste her mouth—something far sweeter than cake. “I just want it to be perfect. How often does our son turn four?”
“Only once.” My hand slid down to rest low on her stomach. “But then you’ll have another fourth birthday to plan for him.”
“Her,” she corrected.
I twisted her again, her golden hair flying out. “Did you get a vision?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I just know.”
Nate came in and headed straight for the blender of piña coladas—not from a mix. “Don’t mind me. My mate is thirsty.” He grabbed a glass and then hesitated. “Is there alcohol in this batch?”
“No.”
“Good.” He poured and then stopped suddenly to stare at me.
I stared back.
More staring.
And then he finished fixing the drink without adding any rum, neither of us speaking what we both clearly knew.
“Looks like Liam is getting a new sisteranda new cousin,” I whispered before grabbing Aurora’s untouched non-alcoholic drink and her hand. “Come on.”
Tugging her out into the living room, I settled my wife onto my lap. My son and nieces chased our dog. My siblings chatted, laughed, and bickered.
It was the perfect day with my family.
Together.
As we should be.
The End
