Safe Bet (The Rules #4)(60)

“You can go ahead and still do that,” he tells me, his voice stern. “But don’t you think I deserve to know what we’re having before everyone else? I did have a part in this after all.”

I burst out laughing. He’s trying to sound mad, but he’s teasing me. I can tell. “You played a part in this baby making thing? I had no idea.”

“Right, right. I know I’m not around much, so you might forget who I am, but remember. I’m your husband.” He pulls me into his arms once more, our gazes still locked. “I’m the one you make babies with. You’re the mother of my children.”

I know he’s still playing around, but his words are making me emotional. Which is silly, I know it is, but I can’t help it. The baby, the holiday season, being surrounded by family and friends, it’s all messing with my fragile emotions and making me a wreck.

“So you don’t want to wait to find out? I thought you might appreciate the anticipation.”

“Give me a break.” He’s practically growling and I start to laugh, which is so much better than crying. “Boy or girl?”

“Guess.”

Another growl. “You’re torturing me.”

“I know! It’s so much fun.” I run my hands all over his bare chest. He’s hot, like a furnace, and he’s wearing little clothing. This could get interesting real quick. “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care as long as the baby is healthy and has your eyes.” His expression is tender, a look he gives no one else but me. “Tell me, Fable. What are we having?”

Tears fill my eyes at his soft voice, the way he’s looking at me, like I can do no wrong. “We’re having another…girl.”

He laughs and then he’s kissing me, whispering against my lips. “I like girls. I like girls a lot. Autumn might be mad that she won’t be the only princess, but she’ll get over it.”

“My macho quarterback doesn’t want another boy so he can start forming his own personal football team?”

“You don’t have to be a boy to join my football team,” Drew says. “My girls are gonna be as tough as the boys, especially if they’re like their mama.”

I lightly smack his chest, but it’s like smacking a brick wall. Pointless. He doesn’t even flinch. He just smiles that dazzling Drew Callahan smile, though this one is more intimate. Just for me. Just for us. His blue eyes are warm, his big hands slowly stroking my skin. My heart flutters, my belly flutters, and I’m so incredibly thankful in this moment. That he can still make me feel this way.

But then worry comes in out of nowhere, swift and sure, and I look away from him, nibbling on my lower lip. “You’re happy about this, right? About having another baby?”

His hands go still. “Fable. You can’t be serious.”

Nodding, I lift my gaze to his. “It’s just so overwhelming sometimes—another baby. Now they’ll out number us.”

He chuckles. “Never thought of it that way before, but you’re right. They might team up and take us down.

“You never know.” I pull out of his arms and lie on my back, resting my hand on my still burgeoning belly. I get bigger faster with every child, I swear.

His hand joins mine on my stomach, sliding beneath the fabric of my thin T-shirt I wear to bed. “Another baby is a good thing.” His voice is rich and deep, filled with emotion and when I glance up to find him watching me, my entire body starts to tremble.

“I think so too,” I start to say but he cuts off the rest of my words with a kiss. It’s slow and sweet, his tongue doing a thorough sweep of my mouth, his hands wandering all over my body. I give in to his touch, going willingly when he pulls me back into his embrace. I wind my arms around his neck, my hands going into his hair. The hold is familiar, we’ve done this a thousand times before, but it still feels so good, so incredibly right.

All these years later, marriage, kids, his successful career in the NFL, and these quiet, intimate moments with Drew never get old.

“You know, we haven’t talked about how many children we want,” he says long minutes later, after he’s moved on to my neck. His voice is muffled against my skin, his words tickling me. “I guess we already know it’s at least three.”

Laughing, I tilt my head back, giving him better access. “Six?”

He lifts away from my neck to meet my gaze, a dumbfounded expression on his too handsome face. “Six?”

I nod. Don’t say a word. I’m torturing him again. But that’s okay. He can handle it.

“That’s a lot.” He hesitates. Swallows hard. “If you want six kids, I’ll do my damnedest to give you six kids.”

Ha. I’m sure he’s referring to all the sex we’ll need to have in order to knock me up three more times after this one. The perv.

Not that I’m protesting.

When it comes to Drew Callahan, I’ll give him whatever he wants.

No questions asked.





I wrote this book for the readers who wanted Wade to have his own story. Remember Wade? Owen Maguire’s best friend, the one character who has been mentioned in pretty much every single One Week Girlfriend book but didn’t actually appear on the page until Four Years Later. I still get reader mail asking for his book.