Page 83 of Bite Your Tongue

“Well, lucky for us, we have a big ol’ garage to hide our cars in when we want to pretend we aren’t home, right?”

“Good point, baby.” He grins, leaning his face closer to mine. “You know, I have to tell you, Sails, knowing you’re carrying my kid inside that sexy body of yours is turning me on. I mean … you can’t get any more mine than that. And a part of me is growing inside of you. What I’m saying is … I know we have to leave soon, but I’ve got to bury my cock inside of you real quick to celebrate.”

I roll my eyes and giggle. “Jeez, so romantic.” I bite my lip, glancing at the clock behind him. “You’ve got, like, twelve … no, eleven minutes, Pretty Boy. Best make it quick.”

As I take off running down the hallway toward our room, I may be turned on and desperate for my husband’s touch, but I’m also laughing hysterically at the sight of him chasing after me, ripping his clothes off.

A lifetime with Ryder won’t be enough, but it’s a pretty good place to start.

Eight Months Later

Bay Shark after Bay Shark files through my front door, along with their wives and those who have kids. The twins came into the world last week, and the team has been chomping at the bit to get over here and meet them.

“Congratulations, Dad,” Paige says, throwing her slender arms around me, Kolt close behind her. “We’re so happy for you and Sails.”

“Thank you, Paige.” I pat her back before she steps back.

Kolt gives me a simple nod. “Congratulations, Cambridge.”

I don’t expect him to give me a hug, and when he does, I freeze up because I’m so shocked. He snaps me out of it quickly by pounding on my back a few times before he saunters off.

When we first found out Saylor was pregnant, we both felt so bad about telling the team because we knew Kolt and Paige had just finished another unsuccessful round of IVF. And I know that Saylor felt guilty when Paige and Kolt sent her flowers. They still haven’t given up on having kids, but I’m sure watching their friends starting families when that’s what they want most can’t be easy.

Sometimes, life doesn’t make sense. Paige Kolburne would make the world’s best mother. She’s sweet, warm, and caring. She just has this energy about her that makes everyone near her feel more at ease. And Kolt would do everything in his power to make that baby happy. He may come off a little cold, but if heconsiders you family, he’d burn down the earth just to keep you safe.

It’s not fair that they can’t feel this feeling that I’m feeling, but one day, maybe they will. And no matter what, at least they have each other. With a love like that … anything is possible.

“Uncle Logie is here!” Logan yells, busting through the door with a huge-ass gift bag in one hand and a smile stretched across his whole face.

Amelia pushes through the crowd, staying close behind him and completely skipping over me just to see my babies. I can’t believe she’s seven years old now. It seems like Logan just got the phone call that he was a dad. I remember the look on his face because he had no fucking idea that he had gotten someone pregnant. When he left the locker room that day, I was scared for him. I’d only seen him as the dude who had a good time and took nothing seriously. He’s still that guy, only he’s a damn good dad now.

I wouldn’t tell him this because his head would swell so big that he’d take the roof off my house, but that guy is the best father I know, truthfully.

“The baby freaks have arrived,” Maci says, waving toward Logan and Amelia.

Logan takes Nash away from Saylor, but in the most respectful way possible.

“He wasted no time getting right in there.” I chuckle, watching Logan go into full dad mode as he starts talking about burping to Saylor. “God love him, but that man’s presence could fill up the world’s largest building.”

She saunters toward them, where Logan is on the couch with Amelia wedged close to him, staring at the baby.

Paige holds Nathan snugly in her arms, staring down at him in absolute awe, while Kolt stands behind her, trying to fight back his emotions, the way he always does.

Saylor walks my way, an exhausted but happy smile on her pretty lips. Our moms have tried to offer help at night, but she won’t take it. She says she doesn’t want to just pawn them off on everyone else, and she said she’d feel bad if our moms missed out on sleep.

Spinning her body away from me, I pull her back to my chest and drape my arms around her. “You know, you can go and take a nap. No one is going to think you’re rude. You have newborn twins.”

A long, deep yawn comes from her throat before she puts her hands on my forearms. “That’s okay,” she says, watching our living room full of friends, who have become family, as they admire our babies. “I kind of like what I’m seeing.”

Gemma sits next to Paige, and they both ogle the baby sweetly while Smith and Kolt stay behind them. Smith and Gemma have been here basically every night since we got home. They both help as much as we let them. They insisted that next weekend, Saylor and I go to dinner without the babies while they babysit.

Honestly, time alone with my wife doesn’t sound too bad, though I do love being home with all four of us.

Suddenly, Poppy appears at my side, and she scowls. “Oh, go figure that Logie Bear is already hogging one of the babies.” She rolls her eyes. “The man has an obsession.”

“Go steal the baby from him, Pop,” Saylor says, challenging her because she knows as well as I do that Logan Sterns isn’t just going to hand that baby over willingly.

I glance behind Poppy. “Where are Walker and the kids?”

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