Nice Until Proven Naughty

“I’m on my honeymoon.”

She blows out a breath and tries to calm one of the babies. I can tell by the cry that it’s Rose.

“Put the phone on speaker.”

“Why?”

“Trust me.”

The phone rustles around. “There, you’re on speaker.”

I relax against my towel and start to sing. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” By the time I get through the third line, Rose is as calm as can be, but I keep singing until I can hear the faint sound of her baby snores.

“How do you do that?” Lucas whispers. “And why can’t you do that?” he asks Sam.

“Would you stop talking and hang up the phone? We’re missing vital nap time. Love you, sis. Have fun. Gotta go.”

“Love you—” They hang up on me. “Too,” I add, laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Ben asks.

I hold up a hand to block the sun and look up at my husband. “Lucas and Sam are mad at us.”

“They’ll get over it.”

“Yeah, they will.”

It’s our first day on the island. The sun is shining, the ocean is a beautiful shade of blue, and I have a fun little secret.

“I got you a drink,” Ben says, taking the seat next to mine. “Your favorite, a margarita.”

I frown up at my husband. “Not today. Would you mind getting me a water instead?”

“Water? But you love margaritas, and it’s our honeymoon.”

“I know, but I think it’s frowned upon to drink alcohol when you’re pregnant.”

The glass falls from Ben’s hand, sending my margarita flying. “You’re…” He drops to his knees beside my chair and puts his hands on my still-flat belly. “How far along?”

“Not far. I think about eight weeks.”

“We’re going to have a baby,” he says, in complete awe as he stares down at my stomach. “Maybe two.”

“Whoa, there. Don’t get carried away. Have you seen how crazy Sam and Lucas’s life is?”

“I like crazy.” Ben bends down and presses his lips below my belly button. “Hello, in there. I’m your daddy.”

I thread my fingers through Ben’s hair and watch him talk to our unborn baby. After several murmured words, he looks up.

“Okay, so no drinking during the honeymoon. What about sex?”

“We can still have sex.”

“Thank God, because I’m horny as fuck.”

“You are?”

He nods and picks me up, but rather than throwing me over his shoulder like he normally does, he cradles me in his arms. “Hell, yes. You’re carrying my child. Do you know what that does to a man?”