Page 4 of Bernadette
“I do,” Morgan said, then frowned at him. “Do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Wyatt asked as he went to the dresser and began gathering his clothes to get dressed for the day.
“We never talked about it, and I figured with you raising DJ and Lucas, you wouldn’t want any more children.”
Wyatt paused as he drew up his underwear and stared at her in shock. As soon as he finished pulling them on, he walked over to her, took her in his arms, and kissed her soundly. When he let her up for air, he stared her directly in the eye. “I did raise DJ and Lucas. However, they were notmychildren. I did it for Dill. I had no problem doing it either.” He grinned at her. “Besides, the mistakes I made with them will make me a better father with our kids.”
Morgan burst out laughing, and had to lean over to grip her stomach. “From what I’ve seen of those two boys, they are turning into excellent young men.”
“Thank you,” Wyatt gave her a deep bow, and went to finish dressing. “I do have one request of you before we decide to start a family, though.”
“What’s that?” Morgan asked from her position in front of her dresser as she finished dressing also.
“Get blood tests done.”
“Why?” Morgan paused to scowl at him. “I’m clear, I don’t have any diseases.”
“I know that, and that’s not why I’m asking you to get the tests done.”
“Then why on earth are you asking?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try.” Morgan bit out, and Wyatt looked at her in shock.
“It’s not what you think. I want children, I want our children. And whenever we get pregnant, then that’s fine and dandy. I don’t want to know what we’re having while you’re pregnant. I want to wait.”
“Okay, so why would I need a blood test?”
“Because I want to know how many you’re going to have. I know you were a single birth, but what if you have the gene or something that causes you to have multiple births. Not that I’m not thrilled at having two or three at a time, but I want to make sure that you will be safe during your pregnancy.”
Morgan looked at Wyatt and had to reach up and wipe a tear from her eye. “I never thought of something like that. I’ll have to ask Mom why she had triplets, twice, and Aunt Peggy didn’t have any.”
“Maybe Aunt Peggy didn’t have the gene.” Wyatt shrugged as he sat on the edge of the bed and put his socks on. When he was done, he stood and looked at Morgan with a grin. “Sorry to shower and run, but I need to get back out there.” He pointed toward the window that faced the fields in the back of the property.
Morgan scowled at him, and cocked her head to the side. “Why did you take a shower in the middle of the day? I came here to get some privacy to call Bernie, I had spilled coffee down my shirt, which was why I changed, but why shower?”
Wyatt looked at her beneath his lashes, and smirked. “I sort of had a run in with a wheelbarrow that might or might not have been full of horse manure.”
Morgan slapped a hand over her mouth to hold in her giggles but wasn’t successful as she ended up lying across the bed laughing so hard, she had tears streaming down her face. “Please,” she gasped several times before she could continue. “Please, tell me it wasn’t anything like when Sexy attacked you at the lagoon.”
Wyatt scowled at her, stood to his superior height, and glared as he said with a curled lip, “That fucking chicken needs to go.”
“You will not harm him!” Morgan yelled as she jumped to her feet, and planted her fisted hands on her hips.
“I know,” Wyatt sighed. “Seriously, it wasn’t Sexy this time.” Wyatt referred to the rooster Morgan had befriended years ago when she lived there with no memory, the rooster that seemed to hate Wyatt and attacked him every time he turned around.
“Then, what happened?”
“I was thinking about something and miscalculated my aim. Turned out a windstorm came up and blew that forkful of shit back in my face. Normally I would have brushed it off and kept going, but I couldn’t this time.”
“Why not?”
“Because the shit literally went down my neck, and…” he paused and stepped up to her, placed his hands on her hips, and looked her directly into her eyes. “I’ll be working late tonight.” At her frown, he kissed the line between her brows. “We have three cornfields that need to be chopped tonight.” At her expression, he nodded and stepped back. “They’re calling for rain for the next two days. I want to get it in the silo, then I can concentrate on the wedding.”
“Oh, okay.” Morgan looked at him, picked up her phone, and headed to the door. “What were you thinking about so hard that you weren’t paying attention?”
“Lucas,” Wyatt said, and followed her out. Morgan stopped so suddenly, he had to do some fancy footwork not to plow her over.
