“Aaron—”

“Don’t Aaron me. How the hell are you pregnant?”

I sighed, glancing around at the wrinkled sheets of the bed we’d just made love in. “Uh, the sex might have something to do with it.”

“Don’t fucking joke.”

My shoulders slumped. “I’m not joking. This is good news.” I tried to sound cheery.

“Good news? How, Patience? How is it good news that my wife could possibly—” He cut himself off, slicing his hand through the air, shaking his head. “No. You’re not doing this.”

My eyes widened and I rose to my knees, allowing the sheet to fall completely from my body, exposing my nudity. “It’s already done.” I held out my arms but bit back the smile when I saw his cock jump as he stared at me. Even in his anger he couldn’t turn his bodily response off.

“You almost died. Do you remember that?” he questioned, outraged. “I thought you were on birth control.”

“Of course I remember. And I am … was. I missed a couple of days, and well …” I shrugged. Taking a pill at the same time every day while chasing after four children was a bit much. I’d forget for a day or two, and before I knew it, it’d be a week before I took a pill again. And hell, Aaron and I were like rabbits even with our crazy schedules. He was as much to blame for this as I was.

“You’re not having this baby!” His face was set in stone.

I moved from the bed, standing before him, now almost as angry as he was. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You’re. Not. Having. This. Baby.”

My chest rose, my breathing increasing with my anger at the implication of his words.

“We’re getting rid of it.”

My mouth opened to tell him to go fuck himself but he quickly pivoted, turning his back on me and stomping off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I jumped at the sound, my body shaking with fury. If he hadn’t of stormed off, I might have tried to wrap my hands around his throat to strangle him for what he’d just said to me.

I growled, frustrated with that stubborn ass man. Against my better judgement, I started toward the bathroom door to pound on it and make him come out, but just then the baby monitor on Aaron’s nightstand sounded, wailing coming through the speaker. One of the babies was up.

“You probably woke him with your door slamming,” I yelled through the bathroom door before turning and moving to my dresser, pulling out a pair of panties and a long cotton nightgown, putting them both on before going to check on the baby.

As soon as I opened the door, I caught sight of Andreas kneeling up in his crib, crying. I moved swiftly to pick him up, hoping he wouldn’t wake Thiers, who was on the other side of the room. I glanced over my shoulder and caught Thiers sleeping peacefully in his crib. While these two were identical twins, their personalities were very different. Thiers could sleep through anything, while Andreas needed the perfect conditions to get a good night’s sleep. I was half convinced the little argument between Aaron and I had shifted the conditions in the house just enough to wake him and cause his grumpiness.