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“As a heart attack.”
“It’s safe?”
“Worried about me?”
“Obviously,” I squeaked.
“Simple outpatient procedure. Sit on some frozen peas for a few days. The doctor comes highly recommended.”
“And you’ve thought this through?” I asked, although even to me, it was obvious I was grasping at straws. My eyes stung as I imagined life with our own little Hart heiress or maybe a little prince our nephews could terrorize. Would they get Hart hazels or Rhodes blues? Would they be quiet like us, or would the universe have a sense of humor and send us an Elora or an Oliver? I suppose most women worry about whether or not their partner would be a good father, but…that never crossed my mind. Not with Grey. I didn’t have to ask myself because I knew he’d be incredible. Our babies would have the world at their disposal. And yes, we had to live a life with an insane securityforce, but…there was nothing this man wouldn’t do to protect our family. His guys included.
Sensing my need to process, he just nodded. After what had to be an uncomfortably long buffering period, he finally pressed, “So?”
I looked between those beautiful dark hazels, illuminated only by the glittering bulbs draped above us, and smirked. “Put a baby in me, Mr. Hart.”
The warmth of his laughter would live in my mind for the rest of my life. Struggling to compose himself, he finally chuckled a lighthearted, “I don’t think it works quite like that.”
“Then,practice, dammit,” I blurted before our lips collided. Still grinning against my kiss, he lowered us onto the blanket, hitched my dress around my hips with warm, ravenous hands, and did just that.