Page 103 of Clover Dreams
“I’ve got a sitter.”
“Jasper?”
He chuckled. “That man could start a career as an uncle day care, but he won’t take money.”
My brother accepted food as payment. “I’ll make him some cookie salad.” I caught Van glancing at me and grinned. “I’ll make extra.”
“Good.”
I admired my husband and son. The baby wasn’t the only one spoiled. Van catered to me, and since his company took off faster than he thought possible, he was planning a remodel. The room that used to be his office was now a nursery, and he’d had the shop remodeled to make offices for each of us. He’d added a small bathroom and a little nook for Nolan to nap in while we worked.
Plans were already made to add onto the house if we had another baby, and I was more and more certain that was happening sooner rather than later.
Van slid his gaze to me, and an appreciative look crossed his face. “I might have to lay him down, so I can lay you down.”
“Sullivan Wagner, are you hitting on me?”
“Clover Duke Wagner, I’m never going to quit.”
“Good.”
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