Page 131 of Power Move

“Oh, kicks!” Daphne laughed, guessing what was happening. “Has Daveyfinallyfelt one?”

He had—at the most inopportune time. I didn’t mention how. I wasn’t about to say that he got kicked in the face while going down on me. The worst part was that he remarked on it, continued to kiss down my stomach, went down on me, and I didn’t stop him. Instead, I let the earth-shattering orgasm go. I was mortified but unwilling to ignore how badly I needed to get off.

“A couple weeks ago. It’s spotty, though. They’re shy for him.”

“Aww, but they are sweet.”

“They are,” I agreed, looking at my moving stomach.

We were only a couple months away from holding our babies. Each week showed how much I loved and couldn’t wait to greet them.

“Any names?”

“Don’t ask. All we do is fight about it,” I said.

“Oh, that’s normal. Cal and I fought tooth and nail about Cordelia’s middle name. He liked Elise.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“It’s his mother’s name,” Daphne said.

Enough said. Thankfully, I didn’t mind Lady Danna, and she seemed to like me enough. However, I wasn’t about to call one of the children Don, either.

“Cordelia is a sweet name,” I said.

“It was my aunt’s name—the one who used to own my house in London.”

“Your house is so lovely. I can understand why you didn’t want to lose it.”

“It is so important to me. We lived there when I was a baby. I don’t remember that bit, just always staying there when we visited.”

“You lived in London?”

“Davey didn’t tell you?” Daphne asked.

Cordelia pushed an arm from the wrap. Daphne looked lovingly at the baby.

“No.”

“Davey and I were born in the UK. We each have two passports because of it. Dad was stationed in Wales, then deployed a couple of times.”

“I thought he retired?” I asked.

“Nah. He took time off to go to Oxford on scholarship, then had to go back for about five years. Finally, he retired and took over for grandpa. The Air Force kept him there training with the RAF. Mum obviously didn’t mind. She also didn’t long to live in Wales. So, when he wasn’t there, we lived in London.”

“That is… wild. I had no clue.”

“Come with me! I want to show you something!” Daphne stood and helped me up.

I followed her downstairs to a big family room. She handed me the baby and disappeared into a closet for a box.

“We used to be here a lot. Dad always kept his collection here. I haven’t gotten any of these out. Mum doesn’t like it—I think it’s painful for her. Anyhow, just trust me.”

I held Cordelia on what was more shelf than midsection as the boys battered her.

A video with a man’s voice in the background played before the camera focused.

“Daphne! Look here!”