Lovely Trigger (Tristan & Danika #3)(101)

His smiling lips moved close, kissing the corner of my mouth.  “This is real, and you aren’t dreaming.”

TWO YEARS LATER

James let us borrow his private jet and crew for our trip to Sofia, Bulgaria.  It was a Godsend, with Ming, now a precocious toddler, literally climbing the walls.  The flight time was fifteen hours and counting, and it would have been miserable, if he hadn’t done us this huge favor.

“Nikowash,” she said, for maybe the hundredth time.  She was practicing.

“That’s it.  Very good,” I told her.

“My brover.”  She jumped up and down, the yellow ruffles of her dress bouncing.  Her hair had gotten quite long, and I’d smoothed it into two pigtails that bounced as much as her dress.

Of course, I was biased, but she was the most beautiful little girl in the world.

“Yes, yes he is,” I assured her.

Tristan plucked her from the aisle, settling her in his lap.  “Your baby brother.  Trust me, you’re going to appreciate the distinction as you two get older.”

“Baby brover,” she repeated dutifully.  She was very much her daddy’s girl.

His name was Nikolaj.  He had the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen.

He was born in Bulgaria and dropped off at an orphanage by his biological mother at two weeks old.  We were extremely lucky to take him home at just ten months old.  He wouldn’t let go of Tristan’s neck for the entire plane ride back to Vegas.  Ming kept crawling onto her daddy’s lap and giving her new brother kisses on the cheek.  She must have done it a hundred times.  We couldn’t stop her.

He was ours.

Even our little Princess Ming knew it.

I was no more controlled, stroking his back, his little hands, bending to rub my lips on his slumbering, baby soft cheek.

Tristan held him without complaint, often shutting his eyes and pressing his cheek or lips to our baby boy’s head.  It was official.  We’d been through hell, but here we were, in our own little slice of heaven.

TWO YEARS LATER

I had the kids over at Bev’s house for some girl time.  Nikolaj was climbing all over Bev, and Ming was getting her hair braided by Frankie.  It was a pretty typical Thursday afternoon for us all.

Except that it suddenly wasn’t.  Frankie had just asked me the strangest thing, and then Bev’s response had absolutely floored me.  I just sat there in stunned silence for a while, trying to figure it all out.

Frankie and Estella wanted a baby, but they were missing one of the important ingredients to make one, so they were in need of a donor.

“Estella wants to breed a linebacker, I think,” Frankie joked, but she looked ill at ease.  This couldn’t be an easy thing to ask somebody.

And…”why are you asking me?  Shouldn’t you be asking Tristan about this?”

“No, I think this is the proper course of action,” Bev butted in.  “What could he say, without your permission?”

She had a point.

“But now I just need his permission,” I said numbly.

“If you told him you were okay with it, he’d do it,” Frankie pointed out.  And she was right.

“Which one of you wants to carry the baby?” Bev asked her.

Frankie’s nose wrinkled up.  “We’re working that out.  You’re going to think we’re demented, but we both want to get pregnant.”

Bev nodded.  “Yes, you’re right.  I do think you’re both demented.  Danika, aren’t you guys trying to adopt again?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  Domestically, this time.  You know how it goes, though.  A lot of waiting.  We are very lucky we got our first two babies as fast as we did.”

“I might have an idea that will give both you and Estella a chance to go through a pregnancy,” Bev said quietly to Frankie, as sweet Nikolaj kissed her all over the face.  He was the most affectionate boy.

That stumped me, and I just stared at her.

“Oh yeah?” Frankie asked her, sounding just as stumped.

“One of you can get inseminated, and the other can act as a surrogate for Tristan and Danika.  A baby for everyone.”

Cue the long pause.

I blinked.  Several times.  “Bev, you know I had a hysterectomy.”

She was unfazed.  “I also know they were able to leave your ovaries intact.  There’s a chance you can still produce eggs, my dear.  And eggs, combined with sperm and a surrogate makes baby.  And these two lunatics want to get pregnant.  There are no certainties, but it’s certainly worth looking into.  The stars seem to be aligning for this.”

“I feel a double pregnancy coming on,” Frankie said, looking just thrilled about it.

I felt like an idiot.  I’d heard the lingo, but I’d never even realized that you could produce eggs after a hysterectomy.

After the idea was presented, I was afraid to even give it too much thought.  Though I did tell Tristan, the moment I saw him.

“Frankie and Estella want your sperm for their baby,” I began.

He blinked, then bent down and kissed me on the nose.  “Will they buy me dinner first?”

I rolled my eyes and tried to stifle a smile, then waited patiently while our children mobbed him.  He had one smiling child on each hip when he looked at me again.  “How do you feel about this?”