“I don’t even remember having the idea, only that we needed to name the baby for Caleb, one way or the other.”

“It’s perfect. And it’ll be even more perfect when Hunter gets home and can meet his new niece.”

“How many times did he call today?”

“Three,” Hannah said with a sheepish smile.

Nolan tugged on her hand. “Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.”

She took a long last look at her precious daughter and then let him lead her from the NICU.

He kept his arm around her as they walked back to Hannah’s room. She was due to be discharged tomorrow, but the baby would be here for a while yet.

“Come sleep next to me,” she said when she was settled in bed.

“You’re so sore, babe. I’d be afraid I’d hurt you somehow.”

“I can’t sleep right without you next to me.”

“All right, then.”

He snuggled up to her, his leg slipping between hers and his hard cock pressing against her backside.

“Um, what’s going on back there?”

“Same thing that always goes on when you’re next to me. Do we really have to wait six more weeks?”

Hannah groaned at the thought of having sex any time soon. “I hope that’s all it takes.”

“I’m teasing. I still can’t believe what you did in that delivery room. You amazed me.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you there with me.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You certainly did, too. You kept me from giving up when it got too hard.”

“You were the star. I was a supporting character.”

“Whatever you say. I know the truth. And by the way, I’m going to want to have another one right away.” Hannah surprised herself with that pronouncement and apparently him, too, because he went totally still behind her.

“Define ‘right away.’”

“As soon as we can. We’re already thirty-six. We got a late start, and I don’t want Callie to grow up alone. I can’t imagine life without my siblings.”

“You’re not considering having ten kids, by any chance, are you?”

“No! Oh my God. No way. Two would be perfect.”

“I can do two.”

“Excellent, so you’d be willing to knock me up again ASAP?”

“If I must,” he said with a long-suffering sigh that made her giggle.

“You’re a good sport.”

“I do what I can for the people.”

“People? What people?”

“You and only you, of course.”

“Good answer.” Hannah yawned, and her eyes closed.

“Sleep, Hannah. You’re going to be needed again very soon.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait for her to wake up and need me.”

Chapter 16

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

—Plato