“I think so, too. I mean, what else do you give a man who has everything and can afford anything he wants?”
Asha laughed. “Good point, darling. But I certainly hope you don’t intend to keep giving him babies for Christmas?”
“Uh, no.” Samara grinned crookedly. “I love having Marcus’s rugrats, but after this one I’m getting my tubes tied.”
Asha chuckled. “I don’t think anyone would fault you for that. Children are a blessing, and I look forward to spoiling my newest grandbaby. But you and Marcus are going to have your hands fuller than ever with four kids. But you’re both wonderful parents, so you’ll be just fine.” She smiled, tenderly caressing Samara’s face. “I suspected you might be pregnant, but I didn’t want to steal your thunder by coming right out and asking you.”
Samara grinned, practically bouncing on her high heels. “I can’t wait to tell Marcus. I’ve been trying to come up with a really creative way to give him the good news. If you have any ideas, I’m all ears.”
Asha grinned, her eyes glimmering with excitement. “We’ll think of something, darling. Something dramatic and memorable.”
“Dramatic and memorable.” Samara gave a happy sigh. “That’s exactly what I have in mind.”
