Play It Safe(136)

I named our first boy Holt Grayson Cody. Gray named our second boy Abel Lash Cody.

Yes, Lash.

Seriously, I loved Grayson Cody.

Now, we’d found out the baby growing in my belly was another boy.

I didn’t mind another boy. The two I had were awesome.

But it was my turn to name our child.

“Booker?” Gray asked.

“Booker Frederick,” I answered.

I felt him take a sip of beer.

Then he muttered, “Works for me.”

Easy as that.

Works for me.

I grinned at the horses.

We fell silent again and the swing swayed gently.

Then it hit me I was in a swing when I first met Gray.

And now we were in a swing together on the porch on his house on his land.

Him and me.

“Baby?” I called.

“Yeah, dollface,” he answered.

“Paid in full,” I whispered and his arm gave me a squeeze.

“Say again?” he asked.

“You promised me by the time I left this earth, you’d pay me back. You should know, you paid that debt early,” I answered softly then slid my hand again over my belly and finished quietly, “Way early and way paid in full.”

Gray was silent and still a moment then he shifted and I felt his lips on my hair.

He shifted back and muttered, “Good.”

I grinned again.

Then we fell silent again and swayed.

We did this awhile.

Then Gray asked, “Feel like headin’ into town for a pulled pork sandwich and a coupla games of pool at The Rambler?”

I turned toward him and shifted up then looked into his beautiful eyes.

Then my gaze drifted up to the short, barely visible scar over his eyebrow.

I lifted my hand and, with a finger, I touched it gently.

Then I dropped my hand to his chest and my eyes back to his.

His were tender.

Yeah, oh yeah, I loved Grayson Cody.

Then I replied, “Works for me.”

Gray lifted a hand and tucked my hair behind my ear.

Then he grinned, giving me the dimple.

I grinned back.