Vegas, Baby - Volume 3

Saint reached over to pat my belly. “And two more little boys for you to fuss over the month after that.”

The Sensei dismissed class, and Marcus and Aria came running toward us. Our daughter threw herself into her daddy’s arms, while her brother stumbled to a stop in front of me and pointed at the belt tied around his waist. “Did you see? Sensei said I earned my yellow belt!”

“Of course, I saw. I got pictures of your promotion, too,” I assured him with a smile.

Marcus threw a fist in the air in triumph, but his sister wasn’t as happy with how their karate class had ended. Aria’s bottom lip trembled, and two fat teardrops rolled down her chubby cheeks. “What’s wrong, princess?”

“I wanna do karate with Marcwus,” she mumbled against his chest.

“It’s okay, Aria.” Marcus patted his sister’s back, and she twisted around to look at him. “You’ll still kick butt in your class without me.”

“Yeah, I kick butt,” she agreed with a nod, beaming a smile at her brother.

I side-eyed my gorgeous husband and mouthed, “See? Potty mouth.”

Getting to his feet with our little girl wrapped in his arms, Saint mouthed back, “Not my fault. I would’ve said ass instead.”

My cheeks heated as I realized that my precious baby boy must’ve picked the phrase up from me. Barely holding back a giggle, I gasped, “Oops.”