Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I say, “Rest on me and get comfortable.”
I take the muslin cloth from her hand and shove it into her bra strap, so she stays covered. With some fidgeting, Gretchen gets Haven attached.
“Hmm,” she mumbles as Haven suckles. “What was going on with Charlotte?”
“She’s pregnant.”
My wife lifts her eyes to mine. “For real?”
I nod.
Gretchen chuckles. “That serves her right for teasing me when I got pregnant soon after Mila was born. I told her all the teasing would come back to bite her on the ass.”
“I doubt she’ll ever admit it, but I think she’s delighted.”
“I agree.” Sighing, Gretchen nuzzles closer. “I love this place”—she kisses my neck—“right here.”
I press my lips to the top of her head and enjoy the subtle scent of cherries that lingers from the shampoo she uses. “Are we done having kids?”
She chuckles. “As much as I love being pregnant, I think so.” Her gaze lifts to mine. “Is that okay?”
“Honey, we have four perfect girls. I’m good. In fact, I’m better than good.” I grin. “However, if we accidentally get pregnant again, I’m not going to complain because I love you.”
Gretchen turns her face up to mine and whispers, “I love you more.”
THE END