I roll my eyes and snort. “Yeah, your giant Viking baby.”
He grins at me. “Our daughter’s not a Viking.”
“She’s your kid. She’s going to be a giant.”
“Nothing wrong with that. She’ll be able to reach her dreams easily then,” he jokes and winks.
“That was so bad,” I snort. “She’s not even born yet and you’re already starting with the bad dad jokes.”
He shrugs and closes the garage door, locking it behind him.
He carries his bag over to the bench in the mudroom and places it there, then turns back to me.
He places his hands on my waist and pulls me into him—well, as much as he can, since my stomach gets in the way.
He lowers his head, brushing his lips softly over mine again. “I really missed you.”
My heart soars. “I missed you too.” I lift onto my tiptoes and kiss him more fully, my fingers fisted into the fabric of his shirt. A soft moan escapes my lips.
I’ve missed him so, so, so much.
He cups my butt and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
“I’m too heavy,” I protest.
“Shut up.” He grins, carrying me out of the mudroom and through the house. “Even pregnant you’re barely as heavy as a flea.”
He carries me up the stairs and to our room, laying me gently on the bed.
His dark eyes flash with the promise of all the naughty things, and I’m all over that because it’s been weeks.
He hooks his fingers into the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, mussing his hair.
I sit up and start to pull my shirt off but he grabs my hands and shakes his head.
“No, let me.”
I let him remove all of my clothes, and he takes his time, kissing each piece of skin he exposes.
I shiver, my need for him so strong I feel like I’m going to explode out of my skin.
When our bodies finally join I gasp, my toes curling and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Bliss.
“You know, we have to leave the bed eventually.” Xander trails his fingers softly down my bare arm, and I shiver, curling into his chest.
“Five more minutes.” I kiss his chest, determined to not leave the bed for the rest of the day.
He clears his throat. “You remember Jensen, right?”
I roll my eyes. “Xander, I’m a football-obsessed freak. I know everybody on your team. He’s the halfback.”
He chuckles, and my whole body shakes with it. “Anyway, I asked him a while back if I could borrow his kids for a day so we could babysit and he said yes. He and his wife want to go out tonight, so I said it was okay for him to bring the kids over.”
I sit straight up, the sheets pooling at my waist. “How many kids do they have?” I ask, worried.
I don’t really hang