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Feet propelling me forward as my heart is seconds from exploding out of my chest, I take a seat on the side of the bed and wrap my arm around her, staring at our little miracle. Rosie is covered enough so Derk doesn’t have to feel awkward, but he still keeps his head down. Not me, I watch in fascination how easily Rosie is falling into motherhood.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper into her ear right before planting a kiss on her cheek.
“So did you finally come up with a name?” Delaney asks, her usual teasing tone gone.
“I think so, right, love?” I push a stray hair away from her face.
She nods. “Henry gave me the go-ahead on THE name.”
Delaney quietly squeals and claps her fingers together. “Are you serious?”
“What’s the name?” Derk cuts in.
Beaming with excitement, Rosie says, “His name is Kellan Kyle Anderson.”
Dramatically, Delaney sighs next to me and drapes her arm over her eyes. “Oh, Kellan.”
Derk looks to me. “Who’s Kellan, and why is he making my wife faint?”
I chuckle and place a kiss against Rosie’s cheek. “Some book boyfriend of theirs.”
Rosie turns to me, a look of horror on her face. Speaking quietly but with conviction, she says, “He’s not just a book boyfriend. He is THE book boyfriend. I love him so much. S.C. Stephens brought to life my dream rockstar.”
Derk quirks a brow in my direction and thumbs at Rosie. “You let her name your first born after another man?”
I shrug, “Whatever inspires her and gets that dreamy look in her eye, I’m all for.” I lean toward Derk and say, “Also, Kellan was my grandpa’s name and Kyle is my middle name, so it worked out.” I wink and with a smile, turn back to my girl. Not that she knows that’s why I was so cool about the name Kellan. I’ll happily let her believe it’s about THE book boyfriend.
Chapter Forty-Three
HENRY
“We are so nailing this parent thing.” Rosie lets out a long sigh and takes a seat on the couch. Kellan secure in my hands, I sit next to her.
“We really are.”
Carefully, Rosie peels back his blanket and reveals his tiny little scrunched-up nose. “He’s an angel, just look at him all content in his little blanket. And talk about the beau of the ball? The grandparents couldn’t get enough of him.”
“He’s going to be spoiled for sure.” Finally alone and in our house, I reach over and bring Rosie close to my side. I kiss the top of her head, fucking floating on cloud nine with my little family in my arms. “How are you doing, love? Do you need anything?”
She shakes her head against my chest. “I’m good.” Tilting her head back, she kisses the side of my jaw. “I’m sorry I told you to die, and I’m sorry I was physically aggressive with you and then proceeded to give you the stink-eye for the next two days.”
I chuckle quietly, not to disturb Kellan. “I’ve never seen fire in a person’s eyes before but after Kellan’s birth, I can safely say, if not treated right, I know the devil lurks behind your beautiful blue eyes.”
“Sir Licks-a-Lot must be rubbing off on me.”
“Where is he by the way? He has to meet his brother.”
“No, nope, no.” Rosie shakes her head. “I refuse to be those people. Kellan and Sir Licks-a-Lot are not brothers. They are child and cat.”
“Aw, come on, love. Think of all the Christmas card opportunities we’d have at our disposal.”
“No. I’m still trying to get Gladys to take him back.”
“Love, if she hasn’t taken him back already, I’m sure she’s not going to take him now, especially after you left your job and we live in the suburbs.”
She sighs heavily. “Fine, but we are not going to be those people who send out pictures of their children posed in front of a poorly painted background with their animals. We will have classy Christmas cards.”
“So we’re going to send out cards this year? You know, cards together?”
