He looked down at me, a gleam in his eye. “We’ll just tell them that they can’t see the kids unless they retire. That good grandparents don’t work and should spend all their time babysitting and playing with their grandbabies.”

I swatted his shoulder. “You’re awful. But I like your style. And kids—with an S? How many babies do you think I’m popping out for you?”

His face lit up as he said, “Like, five.” He patted my belly, and I had no idea if he was being serious or not.

“Five?” I choked out, half-terrified and half-excited by the idea.

Being an only child had been sort of lonely, and I always wanted siblings. A big family sounded really nice.

“I guess we could start with three.” He pretended to be disappointed, and I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

Deep down, I knew that I would give my man anything he wanted and that five kids, even though it sounded completely overwhelming and insane, might be exactly what he ended up with. Only time would tell.

“I’m going to go check on the wine.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips before heading into the bottling building on the La Bella side.

James and I had so many plans when it came to the vineyards and our wine. I’d ended up doing a ton of market research and come to the conclusion that merging our two already-successful wineries into a single one wouldn’t be the smartest financial decision at this point or anytime in the future. We planned on continuing to bottle each vineyard separately but to also create various limited-edition blends under our brand-new label, La Bella–Russo.

It seemed like the smartest idea was to have three different wine labels for sale and distribution as opposed to only having one. Our first red blend combining the two wineries was currently aging, and I knew that even though I wasn’t supposed to play favorites, the La Bella–Russo label was going to be my pride and joy. I smiled to myself, lost in thought about all that our future held as I made my way over toward the wine barrel aging my most recent creation.

James and I had talked endlessly about all of the buildings on our respective properties and how we were going to handle them once our parents finally handed us the keys to the castle, so to speak. After the wedding, we planned on living together in my bungalow until it was time to take over. Eventually, we would move into the main house on the Russo side since it had been recently remodeled and had the most bedrooms—six. If I was going to be popping out babies left and right, they needed somewhere to go, and the main La Bella house only had three rooms.