The Pairing (The Proposition #3)(84)
Rising up off the floor, Aidan took Noah’s hand. “Come on, buddy. Mama wants to see you.”
Noah didn’t bother waiting on Aidan. He barreled through the door. “Mama! Mama!” he cried.
Megan smiled as she watched him climb up on Emma’s bed. “There’s my baby boy!” Emma cried hoarsely, smothering both his cheeks in kisses. He snuggled up to Emma’s side.
“Come on, Meggie. You and Pesh come in first,” Aidan suggested.
Megan didn’t argue with him. Instead, she took Pesh’s hand and followed Aidan inside. Emma glanced up and shook her head. “I’m so sorry for ruining your engagement party.”
“You didn’t ruin our night,” Pesh reassured her.
“That’s right. We kept right on partying—it didn’t bother us at all,” Megan teased.
Emma laughed. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Megan smiled and jerked her chin over at Aidan, who sat in the rocker with Caroline. “Congratulations on a beautiful baby girl.”
“Thank you,” Emma replied, as a beaming smile lit up her face.
“Are you feeling okay?” Pesh asked.
Emma nodded. “It was a little easier this time and a lot quicker.” She turned to Aidan. “And this time I didn’t have to worry that Aidan might not make it.”
Aidan chuckled. “No, you just kept screaming at me to drive faster because you were not going to deliver Caroline on the side of the interstate.”
Emma’s cheeks flushed. “I guess I was a little panicked.”
Pesh took Megan’s hand and squeezed it. “We better go and let the others have a turn,” he said.
“Do you want us to take Noah back with us?”
Considering he was plastered to his mother’s side, Megan wasn’t really looking forward to trying to take him. Emma gazed down at her son with love burning in her eyes. “No, I think he can stay here with us a little longer. I might get Connor to take him home. I know he’ll be here until Casey delivers.”
“Are you sure you won’t need your rest?” Megan asked.
“Oh, I’ll pawn him off to Aidan and make sure I get plenty of sleep until Miss Caroline needs me,” Emma replied, with a sly smile.
Aidan didn’t argue with her. He looked perfectly content to lose sleep if it meant being surrounded by his wife and children. After exchanging a few hugs and kisses, she and Pesh headed out into the hallway and let the next group in.
As they walked down the hall hand in hand, Pesh turned to her and smiled. “You know, I never thought I would see the day I would be envious of Aidan again.”
“What do you mean?”
He heaved a sigh. “Seeing him with his children makes me envious. One day I hope that’s you with my child in your arms.”
“Oh,” she murmured.
Whether or not they would have children together had never really been discussed. It was almost a given that they would, so it didn’t seem necessary to iron out when and how many. She wanted nothing more than to give Pesh a baby of his own. He was truly the father Mason had never had.
“Give me a year,” she said softly.
His brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
“I’d like one year for us to be together as a married couple before we try to have children.”
“That only makes me an even older father,” he protested.
“You’ll be fine. You’re awfully spry for your old age.”
He laughed. “I just don’t want to be on a walker at his or her high school graduation.”
She smacked his arm playfully. “One year is not going to make that much a difference.”
“Fine. You win. We’ll wait one year.”
As the elevator doors dinged open, they stepped inside. Gazing down at her, Pesh said, “I couldn’t have picked a more amazing mother for my future children.”
“Yeah, I gotta agree that you did good, Nadeen. Real good,” she teased.
He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a lingering kiss that silenced anymore of her comebacks. When he pulled away, she smiled at him. “Keep kissing me like that, and I might decide to wait even longer for a baby. You’ll make me want you, your lips, and your dick all to myself for as long as possible.”
“And here I thought my kisses might get you in the mood for baby-making,” Pesh mused.
Megan laughed. “Either way, it’s a win-win situation. So bring it on, Nadeen. Bring. It. On.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Although her stomach screamed in protest to drop her fork, Megan couldn’t resist popping in the last bite of delicious crepe into her mouth. As she chewed, she closed her eyes at the delicious combination of chocolate and strawberries danced along her taste buds. “Good?” a voice asked from across the table.
Her eyelids popped open to take in Pesh, her new husband of three days. He wore an amused smile as he held his cappuccino cup in midair. “Orgasmically good,” she replied.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying them.”
“I’m going to gain ten pounds while we’re here,” she replied. As she dabbed her mouth with her napkin, she sighed with absolute contentment. Gazing around the tiny Parisian café, she fought the urge to pinch herself. Was she actually in Paris on her honeymoon? When Pesh had asked her where she wanted to go, there was only one place. Although it was somewhat clichéd for a honeymoon destination, she had always wanted to see the city. And because she was marrying a man who loved to spoil her, Pesh had booked them for a week’s stay at the Hotel Plaza Athenee. Not only had he chosen the hotel for its gorgeous views of the Eiffel Tower, but it was also where Carrie Bradshaw stayed when she was in Paris. It seems Pesh completely understood Megan’s love for Sex and the City.