“Yep.”
His gaze heated. “It was a good night.”
My hand went to my belly.
Without another word, he strode toward me and enveloped me in his arms. “We always said we wanted a big family.”
“I know, but I thought our family was complete.” I burrowed my head against his chest.
“Me too. But we did okay with the first three. Now we can make sure this one is perfect.”
I laughed. “The other three were just practice, huh?”
“Exactly.
“Two.”
“Two what?”
I leaned back to look up at him. “Two, Savage. We’re having another set of twins.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Nope. It seems I’m the most fertile woman in existence.”
He chuckled and then cradled my cheeks in his hands and stared into my eyes. “I love you, Evie.”
“I love you, too, Savage.”
He glanced at the timer and then back at me, grinning wickedly. “We’ve got fifteen minutes. I know the perfect way to celebrate.”
The front door opened.
“We’re home!” Iris called out.
“And we made it before dinner!” Wylder added.
The kids crowded into the kitchen.
Fern made a face. “Gross. We interrupted them.Again.”
“I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Iris joked.
Savage leaned forward and kissed my lips, not caring that we had an audience. He pulled back just enough to murmur in my ear. “Celebrate later?”
I peered up at him, my heart beating for this man, my husband, the father of my children, my universe.
I sighed. “Isn’t that how we got into this position?”
Savage whispered in my ear, “I can think of several positions I’d like to get you in.”
Laughing, I stepped away from him. I looked at my three beautiful children, thinking about how we were about to add two more to the bunch.
Our home was filled with laughter.
Love.
Family.
It was filled with joy and tears, and everything in between.
It was filled with life.
