“I hate when people whisper around me,” I tell Lincoln, my throat tightening.

“Get used to it around those two.” Lincoln dips his head down, his mouth moving to my ear, and talks softly, so only I can hear him, “Plus, my hearing is impeccable. Georgia is betting him orgasms that something will happen between us.”

I lean into him, my insecurities morphing into eagerness. “Really?”

He grins. “Really.”

“Looks like Archer will owe her some orgasms.”

“Yeah … when you decide you want to tell them.”

Before I can ask how he truly feels about us waiting to share with our coworkers and friends that we’re oral buddies, Silas and Lola walk into the waiting room.

Silas gestures from Georgia to Archer. “When you two have a baby, you’d better hope it has your personality, Georgia.”

Georgia grabs Archer’s chin and playfully moves it from side to side. “Why? You know he has a shining personality.”

“Only for you, babe,” Archer says, winking at Georgia.

I look over at Lincoln with a smirk and smack his thigh. “I think our baby will have a combination of our personalities.”

“Your baby?” Silas asks. “What did I miss?”

Lincoln shakes his head and stretches out his legs.

“Hypothetical baby,” I say.

“There will be no babies,” Lincoln corrects, still shaking his head while fighting back a smile.

“I mean, first comes marriage,” I say before peering over to Georgia. “You’ll be such a good sister-in-law, Georgia.”

Georgia laughs, and we stop when Cohen walks into the waiting room. I’ve never seen a happier man.

“You ready to meet my daughter?”

Before standing, I look over at Lincoln and whisper, “In order for us to have babies, you have to have sex with me first.”

“We’ll have to work on that then, won’t we?” He winks.

Isabella Fox has to be the cutest baby I’ve ever seen with her peach fuzz and wrinkled forehead.

“Do you want kids?” I ask Lincoln as I run a finger over her soft cheek.

I gulp back the regret of asking him that question.

It’s something I’ve never thought twice about, but after finding out Kyle’s girlfriend can’t have babies, I’ve learned to be more sensitive. It’s a conversation I now tread lightly on. Sometimes, the answer is more complicated than yes or no. But this is Lincoln, and with Lincoln, I’ve tried to be as transparent as I can be. Plus, I’m super curious about his answer.

“I do,” Lincoln replies, leveling his strong gaze on me. “There was a time when I thought it wasn’t an option, but someday—in the future—I do. What about you?”