Drew + Fable Forever (One Week Girlfriend #3.5)(39)

“That you still want to write them, I …” She shakes her head, seemingly overwhelmed. “I love them. I’ve saved them all. Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

I go to her and settle on the bed beside her, then reach over and take Autumn into my arms. She tries to lift her head to look at me, doing a little bob and weave that I always find amusing, and I start to laugh, rubbing my thumb against my baby’s cheek. “I’ll attempt a poem with her name next.”

“That ought to be tough. There’s a U in her name. Two of them,” Fable points out.

“I think I’m up to the challenge.” Leaning in, I drop a tender kiss on my wife’s lips. “You ready for more?”

“More sex?” Fable asks hopefully, making me laugh. “But Autumn just woke up.”

“I wasn’t meaning more sex, though that’s definitely on the agenda.” I look at her, schooling my expression into serious mode. “I meant more babies.”

Her jaw drops open. “You have got to be f**king kidding me.”

I cover Autumn’s ears, scowling at my foul-mouthed wife. “Your pretty princess just heard you drop the F-bomb.”

“Drew.” She slaps my arm. “Here I am still recovering and you want to knock me up again. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I like babies. I want lots of them. Don’t you?” I drop my hands from Autumn’s ears and smooth one over her head, her dark hair so like mine. “You need a brother or sister, right, sweetheart?” I say to her.

“Yeah. She does,” Fable finally says, her voice soft, her eyes glowing. “I do want more babies. Just not right now.”

“That’s what I thought.” I kiss her again. “You need to apologize to your daughter for saying such a naughty word.”

“She’ll get over it,” Fable says, leaning her head on my shoulder. She settles her hand on my thigh and her touch burns through the thick cotton of my sweats. “I love you so much, Drew.”

“I love you too, Fable.”

She looks up at me. “Forever?”

I smile and drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “And ever.”