Page 77 of Seven of Hearts

“Sorry if that was weird to say.”

“We have a weird relationship, don’t we?” he said with a quick smile. “I’m your boss, but I love you. We’re brothers-in-law now, but I was your sister’s partner when she was your legal guardian. I take responsibility for you, but I also see you as a friend. I see you as a peer because we’re both living life for the first time. And you know what I think?”

“What’s that?”

“I think that’s parenthood, Lo. And it’s been an honor. So, if it counts for anything, I think you’re gonna be damn good at it.”

22

LEAH

“We’re not naming our son ‘Blaze,’” I said with a laugh as I started the three-point turn to roll over in bed. “Please tell me Hunter wasn’t being serious.”

Logan’s lazy laugh was infectious. He rolled onto his back and stretched his arm out, inviting me to cuddle up to him. He tucked one hand behind his head, making his bicep bulge out like a pillow. “He was dead serious. I pity his future children.”

“Your family should be banned from naming babies,” I snickered.

“Didn’t Ky text you some ideas?” he groaned as he pulled me into him.

I hummed thoughtfully. “They were too stuffy for my taste. They sounded like members of a country club.”

“Like what?”

“Chandler. Thaxton. Bryce. Easton.”

Logan cringed. “Yeah, my family sucks at name suggestions.”

I traced the soft trail of hair that stretched from his navel, beneath the waistband of his boxers. “I feel like we’re running out of time.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple. “We’ll figure it out.”

I glanced at the gilded old-school alarm clock that sat on my nightstand. “We should probably head over to help.”

Logan craned his head and peered at the time. “Baby, we don’t have to be early. Kris said they didn’t need help.”

“But it’s rude not to pitch in with Thanksgiving,” I argued.

“Let me put it this way. Kristin said that if you lift a finger today, she’ll get the baby a drum set for his first Christmas.”

I narrowed my eyes. “She wouldn’t.”

Logan just nodded. “Without batting an eye.”

“That’s diabolical,” I gasped.

“Don’t be fooled. Kris is a mastermind.” Logan’s light-hearted demeanor shifted. “How’d you sleep?”

I stretched like a cat, then curled back into him. “I only had to get up twice to pee. Unfortunately, I woke up four times to roll over.”

“Go back to sleep for a little bit. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go,” he said as he combed his fingers through my hair. That nearly put me back to sleep. Goosebumps danced down my back as each touch and gentle motion lulled me into a trance.

“I should probably get up and start fixing my hair so I look presentable.”

“You can go just like this,” he said, skating his hand up my thigh. “Thanksgiving is a pajama affair. I think Hannah Jane is the only one who dresses up. Even Kylie will be in pajamas. Legend has it, they lace the mashed potatoes with melatonin so everyone goes to sleep afterward.”

I laughed. “They do not.”

“No, they don’t. The food is just that good.”

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