“I didn’t call you fat. Plus, any man worth his salt likes a little junk in the trunk.”
She shook her head at him before snuggling in closer. “You’re the reason the kids are wild, you know that, don’t you?”
He wasn’t even going to deign to answer that. Instead, he stroked her silken hair and tried to get his head around the fact he was going to be a father—for the fifth time. On the plus side, Beckham only had four kids. Just one more way he trumped the bastard—virility. The thought perked him up no end, and he couldn’t wait to Instagram the latest proof of his masculinity.
“You’re thinking about David Beckham again, aren’t you?” Abby said.
“What? No.” Maybe he’d call him later, just to catch up…
“You’re not mad about the pregnancy, are you? It wasn’t on purpose. We agreed no more kids, and I meant it. This was just the antibiotics messing with the pill.”
“No, I’m not mad. Just shocked.” And thinking he probably should have worn a condom.
She wriggled in his lap, looking up at him. “Love you,” she said. And there it was, the look in her eye she only got when she looked at him. The one that had him wrapped around her little finger and doing every single thing she ever wanted.
“Love you too.” Loving Abby was like breathing. He needed it to live.
Damn, he should have put that in the card.
With a knowing smile, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. And, just like that, they went up in flames. The kiss became hungry, desperate, and all other thoughts fled from Flynn’s mind. Abby broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, letting out a needy little sigh that had him fighting the urge to carry her upstairs and finish what they’d started.
“This is exactly how we got into this situation to begin with,” she said.
And at that moment, Flynn honestly didn’t care. He nuzzled her throat. “Katy’s watching the monsters. Let’s go upstairs and celebrate.” He hoped to get her into a state of total satiation before he told her his news. That way, she would be too worn out to protest.
“I can’t believe I’m pregnant again,” she said.
A grin broke out as the excitement of the situation hit him. “We can cope with another kid. It’s all good.” He felt her body tense, and his stomach clenched. “Abby?”
Big brown eyes looked up at him. “Um, I had a scan. And…” She smiled at him. “Congratulations! It’s twins!”
“Twins!” He shot to his feet, toppling her out of his lap, but making sure he steadied her before glaring down at her. “Twins?”
“It’s not my fault. They run in your family.”
“Twins?!”
“Take a deep breath. Everything will be fine.”
“Six kids? Are we trying to birth our own football team here?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to breathe evenly. Nope. It didn’t work. He still felt like his head was about to explode. “Six kids?!”
“Calm down.” Abby folded her arms. “You’re always saying we have plenty of room to expand.”
“With animals! I was talking about animals.”
“Well, now we’re expanding our family too. You just need to act like an adult and deal with it.”
He glared at her. “I adopted an elephant, and I’m not sorry.”
“An elephant?”
“A small one. It’s Indian. Ex-circus.”
“An elephant?!”
“You just need to act like an adult and deal with it.”
“An elephant!”