Staying on Course (Finding our Way 2)

“Okay, little one, we need to brace. Your mama is going to get up any second, and when she sees the present I left on the bathroom counter, she’s going to flip. So I think we should start the French toast now.”

I sit Emma in her high chair with some cut up bananas and hurry to get Devon’s favorite breakfast ready. Emma and I both go still when the shout roars through the house.

“BRYCE DAVID RANDOLPH!”

“Oh yeah, I’m in trouble. Stick with me, baby girl.” Emma spits and wriggles excitedly at Devon’s voice.

“What the H-E-L-L is this?” Devon waves the box at me from the kitchen doorway.

“Babe, we’ve used them before,” I say seriously. We should buy stock in those little sticks after the dozen Devon used with Emma.

“Don’t be cute. You used to give me diamonds and pearls. Now, you give me pregnancy tests?”

“It’s really a formality. I already know the answer.” I shrug and plate the toast.

“How can you possibly think you know more than me when it comes to my own body?”

I hang my head and debate how far to take this. When I peek back at Devon, it’s undeniable. Even aggravated, she’s glowing.

“You really want to know?”

“Absolutely!”

I go to her and lean into her ear, shielding Emma. “Babe, your tits are so sensitive they’re always hard.” I run the tip of a finger over one to prove my point. “This morning, the second my tongue circled your nipple, you moaned with pleasure and pain. The last two days, you’ve let me fuck you everywhere, practically begging for it. We left a dent in the bedroom wall. Then, this morning, you took control and rode me so hard I came twice.”

“Oh my.” She braces on my chest, and I can tell she’s turned on again.

“See, you’re ready to go at just my words.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and she clutches my neck, rubbing a thumb over my jaw. Understanding washes over her face. “Are we ready for another baby?”

“Been ready since we left the hospital with Emma. And when it’s confirmed, we need to start looking for that house you mentioned.”

“House?”

“When I was in a coma, I remember you mentioning three kids and a Victorian home.”

“You heard that?”

“I’d like to think I heard everything.”

“But if you’re right, this is only baby number two.”

“What if it’s twins?”

Her face pales, and she runs to the bathroom, slamming the door. I set the table and wait for her to return. Emma babbles and shoves the small pieces of the toast I just gave her into her mouth, clearly loving it as much as her mom.

“So how exactly can we explain that you managed to get me pregnant while I’ve been on birth control?” Devon states, holding the white stick between her fingers. The two bright pink lines are visible from across the room.

My heart and stomach flip with the confirmation, and I stalk to her, picking her up so she’s forced to wrap her arms and legs around me.

“Not that it’s anyone’s business, but we can say it’s planned.”

“Quinn will know I’m lying. She knows everything.”

“Can’t a husband and wife have any privacy?”

She gives me a pointed glare and raises her eyebrows.