Violet
“Baby, I can't breathe.”
Doom immediately lifted his head.
“What?”
I started laughing.
“Not like that.”
His expression darkened.
“Woman, don't f*****g say s**t like that.”
“I'm sorry.”
I really was.
At twenty-six weeks pregnant with triplets.
Breathing had become something I occasionally had to negotiate with my children.
I shifted against the pillows on our bed.
“Someone is sitting in my ribs.”
Doom's hand immediately went to my stomach.
“Which one?”
“How would I know?”
“Princess?”
“You have two princesses now. You're going to have to be more specific.”
His grin appeared instantly.
Two daughters.
He still hadn't recovered from the gender reveal.
Honestly, neither had I.
A son.
Two daughters.
Combined with Thane, we were going to have two boys and two girls.
