Page 206 of Renard's Deliverance

And she couldn’t say she was unhappy about that.

“No. Then I met Aspen and the boys. And I thought I’d just open my heart to those boys, no more. But then we found out we were pregnant with Becca.” He raised his gaze to Opal. “She’s named after my sister; did Renard tell you?”

“He did.”

Saxon nodded. “I’m not usually a person who believes in fate or whatever you want to call it. But I do think Becca was sent to us for a reason.”

“So all those sleepless nights? They’re worth it?”

“Totally worth it,” he whispered. The love on his face as he stared at his baby took her breath away.

Opal had never thought about children before. She’d always been fighting to survive. And taking care of Kye, keeping him safe, it had actually terrified her.

But she was no longer just surviving. She was thriving.

“Do you think Renard would want kids?” she asked.

“That’s probably a question you should ask him.”

“Yeah, probably.”

The door to the kitchen banged open and Renard stormed out, his face like a thundercloud.

Uh-oh.

“You sent back the steak?” he snarled at a man in a suit.

The man gaped up at him. “I wanted it cooked well done.”

“This is a piece of expensive steak. This cow did not die just so I could half-burn this piece of steak. The steak comes as the steak comes.”

Saxon sighed. “Christ. How do I have any customers left? Why can’t he just burn the steak?”

“He’s got integrity,” Opal defended him. “And the way that man cooks a steak is divine.”

Saxon shook his head.

“I . . . I . . . I’m the customer! You can’t speak to me like that!”

“Just did,” Renard replied. “And if you don’t want to be my customer, feel free to leave!”

He turned to stomp back into the kitchen.

“Hey, darlin’!” Opal called out.

He stilled, then turned, smiling. “Gem!”

“Do you want babies?”

“Huh. Hadn’t thought about that. Getting on, Gem.”

“So no?”

“You want them, Gem. We’ll make it happen.”

“Thanks.” She turned to Saxon as Renard walked into the kitchen again. “Seems like we’re having babies.”

Saxon was gaping at her. “That was it? That’s your conversation about it?”

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