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“You ever gonna name the kid?”

I shrugged “Nothing’s sticking I figure it’ll hit ht one”

“Sure We’ll see how that works out for you Otherwise, we’ll just go with ‘Kid Bax’ for the first few years”

I laughed again “Get back to your Mission Impossible work”

Leaving the kitchen, I went into the roo in every square foot A nice, spacious area Windoith striki

ng scenery beyond the glass panes Wood floors Walls triantly rustic

It occurred towas to go at it fro planner I could take a ether one specific theel once I saw the photos and concepts staring me in the face

I grabbed reat roo fire in the tall hearth, and settled on one of the sofas scattered about

A color sche what our child ht beco, powerful, gorgeous—just like his father Girls would fall at his feet

I frowned That’d be quite the challenge for me I’d always teased Dane about his possessiveness Suddenly I realized I’d feel the same about the baby Because he was ours

All I could fatho, all the opportunities in the world And showering him with love

I groaned I ht smother rather than shower I’d have to work on that Strike a balance

It was a strange conundrum For me, I’d only had the love of one parent Had, admittedly—and not at all via fault on rown up closed off, standoffish, a loner

Dane had grown up with no parents But he’d had a devoted aunt and the never-faltering Amano Not to mention the Heidi Klum look-alike Mikaela Madsen

Kyle had experienced as close to a perfect fah he’d confessed his dad preferred being a road-warrior salesman to a traditional home-at-six-o’clock-for-dinner husband/father