“You want kids?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I looked up at him, my eyes struggling to stay open. I wasn’t sure if that’s why I felt so ready to share these thoughts with him or if I was just so comfortable with them now that I felt like they probably needed to know these things. Maybe it was both.
“I do,” I told him, my stomach doing a little flip when his mouth curved up in a smile.
“You going to have our babies, princess?” he asked in a mischievous tone.
I rolled my eyes. “Question is, who gets dibs? Or do we just all fuck and see whose sperm comes out on top?”
His laughter vibrated through me.
“That’s probably a conversation to have with the other two.”
“If Sebastian survives this and we do the dibs system, I think he’s going to have a little more sway than you and Elliot have. Almost dying for me seems like it would carry some weight in the ‘whose baby am I going to have first’ debate.”
“Mm,” he murmured as my eyes closed again, and he continued to stroke my hair, sending little tingles down my spine. “You’re probably right.”
I grunted in agreement, and we both fell into a comfortable silence. I tucked my nose under the soft blanket and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my brain, which was doing sprints in all the wrong directions.
“Sleep, baby,” Tristan said, his voice soft and calming. A few more deep breaths later and the exhaustion won against the anxiety. I crashed into sleep on Tristan’s lap.