“Are you still thinking of coaching?”

“A little. Coaching requires a lot of time and travel, also.”

“But it’s something you’ve always wanted to do. And it won’t be as taxing on you physically, as playing. You’d be home more with the kids and I. And trust me, if I’m giving you a fourth baby, your ass better be home,” I stated, sternly.

I yelped when I suddenly found myself flat on my back, my husband’s long, solid frame hovering over me, his arms wrapped around my waist. Dipping his head, he planted a quick kiss to my lips.

“There’s no if, precious. We’re having number four. And I could play one more season and then take one to two years off, still working with sponsors and sports camps before I jump full-time into coaching.”

I smiled. “Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out.”

“Mostly. The only other thing I have to work out is how to get my wife to come on the road with me when I am traveling.”

I gave him a deadpan look. “Tyler—”

“Your podcast with Resha can be broadcast from anywhere. You’ve already got the technology set up for that since she travels for work. Most of your business clients would have zero problem working with you remotely, and the kids could come with us, when they’re not in school. When they are in school, we’d have a full-time nanny, and not to mention, we live in the same neighborhood as my entire family. They could stay with them, and we both know your mom wouldn’t mind staying with them while we’re out of town.”

I shook my head, laughing. He’d really worked it all out in his mind before talking to me. That’s how he was. The consummate problem solver. Never liking to approach me with a problem until he’d figured out the solution. As much as it bothered me at times, it also aided in making me feel cared for, and know that I was married to a man who would do whatever to protect and provide for our family.

“She does love that room,” I said, referring to the room Tyler had especially added to the plans of the house when it was being built. It was for my mother, and was on the first floor, so she wouldn’t have to climb the stairs of our home, given her Parkinson’s.

“She loves her grandchildren even more.”

I nodded. That was the truth, and my mother would be elated to spend more time with them.

“I could probably take some time off, too,” I mused out loud.

Tyler lifted his head to stare down at me, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged. “I could take fewer clients and continue doing the podcast with Resha.”

“Are you sure?”