Page 21 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)

Willa

One year later

“Go back to sleep,” I whisper.

“You’re staring at me,” Roman murmurs.

“I am not. If anything, I’m staring at my sketchbook.”

“In between moments of staring at me.”

“Well that’s understandable, you’re an incredibly good-looking man.” I add a bit of shadow along his jawline, where his beard is.

“Why are you drawing me?” He cracks one eyelid open, but he doesn’t move.

He might be a growly bear who doesn’t understand middle-of-the-night artistic urges, but he’s a very good model nonetheless.

“I was inspired.” I quickly finish sketching the lines of my husband’s big arm, carefully bracketing our sleeping baby between us.

Not a baby anymore, not really. Suddenly a toddler. So insanely active during the day that this moment of peaceful rest needed to be captured.

I turn my sketchbook to show Roman. “See?”

There’s a long pause, then he thickly grunts an understanding noise.

I smile and set the pad aside, then turn out my bedside lamp before sliding down to my pillow.

In the dark, Roman’s hand finds mine. His thumb rubs against my wedding ring for a moment before he pulls my fingers to his lips and softly kisses them one by one.

“You’re beautiful when you draw,” he says, his voice less sleep-rasped.

“Oh no, I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He sweeps our child into his arms with more grace than a man his size should have, and quietly disappears down the hall.

Smiling to myself, I quickly strip off my pajamas so he’ll find me naked when he gets back.