“Damaged, mommy issues, tragic past…sign me up.” She waggles her brows, and I burst out laughing.
“I think you have your own issues, girl. I should be warninghiminstead,” I tease.
“Probably should.” She winks. “But anywho, let’s plan this baby shower.”
Everleigh looks over my notes. “Cupcakes, streamers, and a male stripper.”
I snort. “That’s not what it says. Nice try, though.”
“No, but it should,” she grumbles.
After we chat for a couple of hours and plan everything from the food to the games and guest list, I head home. I’m exhausted but excited to see my boys.
“Hey,” I greet Noah as soon as I find him in the kitchen alone, loading plates into the dishwasher. “Well, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“There’s my beautiful baby mama.”
I arch a brow. “Excuse me?”
He smirks, pulling me against his chest. “Wanted to hear what it sounded like. Sixteen-year-old me is still shocked you’re having my babies.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I smirk. “Me too, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Noah tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine.
“Owen crashed already. So I guess that gives us some alone time…”
I giggle. “You must’ve kept him busy today.”
“We worked hard. I think he had fun, though.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that after how moody he’s been lately.”
“We chatted a little, and I mainly just listened,” he explains.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I pull him down for another kiss. “Wanna come to bed with your baby mama?”
“Fuck yes.” He growls, biting my bottom lip. “I’ll meet you in there after I finish up in here.”
He smacks my ass as I walk away.
“Don’t bother wearing clothes either.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
NOAH
“Have you seen my shoes?”Katie asks, frantically walking around the bedroom.
“Which ones?”
“The black strappy ones.”
I raise a brow. “The ones in your hand?”
She stops and looks down, sighing. “Oh my God. I swear, this baby brain…”
“You’re freaking out, sweetheart. You need to calm down.” I embrace her, hoping to comfort her. “It’s supposed to be an exciting day.”