Brody turns white. “Oh shit.” He drops to his knees and places his hands over Rainey’s stomach. “Babies, if you can hear me, please, please, please have little identical penises. My nerves can’t handle two beautiful girls. I’d have to spend the next eighteen years fighting off little horny assholes.”
Everyone laughs, thinking Brody’s joking, but I’m pretty sure he’s not.
Rainey shakes her head, used to his dramatics by now. “You’re ridiculous.”
He rises to his full height and plants a kiss on her lips. “You wouldn’t know what to do with me if I wasn’t.”
Rainey looks to me. “Oh God, I’m going to be raising three children, aren’t I?”
I nod. “I’m no eight ball, but I’d say all signs point to yes.”
She groans. “What did I get myself into?”
Brody smirks. “I’m pretty sure I got into you.”
My mom and Rainey both smack him on the back of the head.
“Ow! What the hell?” he shouts.
Devyn and Riley join our little circle, with Nate snoozing soundly in his daddy’s arms.
“What’s with all the shouting over here?” Devyn asks.
I point to my brother and Rainey. “They’re having identical twins.”
Devyn’s and Riley’s eyes widen.
Riley pats Brody on the back. “Congrats, dude.”
Devyn pulls Rainey into a hug. “Congratulations! I know I’ve said this before, but please make sure they’re girls. We need more estrogen around here.”
My brother shakes his head. “No. Do not let them be girls. I can’t handle three women in the house.”
Everyone laughs again but poor Brody gets paler by the second.
Drew pulls me into a side hug. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take my wife home now.” He hugs my parents. “Thank you for everything.”
My mom kisses each one of his cheeks. “Of course, of course. You two go make the babies.”
Drew and I laugh as we head to my car. “She’s not going to give up until you’re knocked up, is she?”
“Nope.” I end the word with a pop. “Probably not even then.”
He presses me against the door and leans down to kiss my neck. “We should probably get lots of practice in then.”
“Oh yeah, I’m all about the practice.”
Drew holds my cheek in his hand. “Thank you for today. It’s been perfect.”
I cup him through his pants, rubbing his thick length until he’s half-hard. “The day’s not over yet. Let’s go home so we can end it with a bang.”
See what I did there?
I’d say my husband is rubbing off on me but we all know I was like this before. It’s one of the many reasons we’re so perfect for each other.
Drew groans when I stroke him some more. “God, I love the way you think. Which home? Where are we going to live?”
“I don’t care. We can figure that out once your dick is inside of me.”