Page 27 of Legally Binding
“Yay.” I adore Uncle Dino too.
“You know you’re one of the few people who are excited to see him, right?”
“I’ve heard.” I shake my head, not getting it. Uncle Dino is an utter sweetheart to me. He’s more of a father figure, really. With me not having any family left, I love how he was able to slip into that role. He’s been as excited about my pregnancy as Landon has been.
"Stop back by my desk when you're done. I want to show you something I'm working on."
"Knitting?" She nods. Scout has already made three baby hats. I can't wait to see what else she is making.
I make my way toward Landon's office. It takes me a bit with everyone stopping me to say hello. Everyone in Landon's life has been so sweet and accepting. It was a lot to take in at first, but I love how welcome I feel here.
"Hey," I say when I go through the open door of Landon's office. Both he and Uncle Dino stand when they see me.
Uncle Dino reaches me first, pulling me in for a bear hug.
“Come on now, she’s my wife.” Landon nudges his way in, pulling me into his arms. “I missed you; I was about to head home.” He presses a kiss to my lips.
“You saw me two hours ago,” I remind him. He might have been late this morning; I'm not sure if that was his fault or mine. Either way, it was a pleasurable delay.
“Two hours too long.” He takes my bag from me, setting it down before guiding me back over to his chair; sitting down, he pulls me into his lap.
“How are the babies?” I ask Uncle Dino.
“Terrorists, both of them.” He shakes his head, but he’s smiling.
I might have talked him into adopting two sister cats. They are pure black with green eyes. People can be strange about adopting pure black cats. Not Uncle Dino. I don’t get it, but people can be superstitious.
"I actually came to talk about some kittens."
"Nope." Uncle Dino is on his feet. "My girls are territorial. They would be pissed if I brought home another cat."
"Can't have that," I giggle.
"You aren't used to women fighting over you?" Landon teases him.
"I've got two cats and triplets on the way. My hands are full." Uncle Dino comes around the desk, dropping a kiss on my head. "Call me tomorrow."
"I know; I always call after my appointments."
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," I agree, saying our goodbyes. Uncle Dino closes the door behind him.
I shift in my husband's lap so that I can straddle him. One of his hands moves to rest on my small bump, while the other slips under my dress to cup my ass.
“All right, out with it.”
I place my hands on his chest. “The shelter called.”
“And?” He lifts a brow.
We know at some point I’ll be put on bedrest. That's the way of it when you’re carrying three babies. Landon already brought up not taking on too much.
I had a lot of time for the shelter before because I was pretty much a stay-at-home wife and cat mom. I wasn’t stealing Steve’s job as the house manager. I wouldn’t dream of it. That man is a saint. Plus, Landon is already cutting back his own cases and not taking new clients. We’re going to be all hands on deck when these babies come.
“Fostering. There was a stray mama cat that gave birth, and they need someone to help get them used to being around people and other cats in a home environment. It would be for about three months.”
“That should be fine.”
