“That’s not unusual with triplets. Bring her in tomorrow. We’ll have a look.”

Elijah snapped his phone off and shoved it in his pocket. Keeping Siena safe was a full-time job. He found some soft driving gloves that were going to be too big, but it was all he had.

She was up, mixing the stir-fry, holding the spoon between her thumb and index finger cautiously. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “You talk to Doc?”

“Yeah, I talked to Doc.” He was the one who needed to sit down. What if they were all girls? Fuck him. He was dead in the water if she was carrying three girls.

“I’m having three, right? Please don’t say four.”

He nodded his head. There was just a tiny bit of panic in her voice. “Baby, we’ll do fine.” He took the frying pan from her before she dropped it. “Go sit down, mi vida. I’ve got this. And put the gloves on.” He looked at her over his shoulder as she sat back in her chair at the table. “You scared, Siena?”

“Not as much as I thought I’d be. I’ve got you. I figure that means we can get through having triplets.” She was silent while he put the food on the table and seated himself across from her. “You know I don’t know anything about children, right? I’ve never even held a baby. Or changed one.”

He put his hand over her wrist. “We’ll do fine. We’ve got quite a few months, and there have to be experts that we can bring here to give us a few lessons. Doc will know someone and so will Jake. We’ve got this, baby. Emma’s got two kids already and another on the way.”

Her eyes lit up. With that look. The one that said she loved him and he could move mountains and raise three babies when they didn’t have a clue what they were doing. He’d find a way because she believed he would.

20

ELIJAH lay in bed, one hand tucked behind his head, watching Siena as she emerged from the bathroom. Steam followed her. Perfumed steam. She always smelled good. Her hair was in a messy knot, spilling down her back even though the knot was high. He knew he was going to pull out that elastic the moment he could get his fingers in her hair.

“Appreciate the sexy camisole and panties, baby,” he said, “but lose them. And do it slow for me. I like when you unwrap yourself before you give me you.”

Her green eyes jumped to his face. Burned there. She never denied him. He could wake her up a dozen times in the middle of the night and she would turn to him, her body soft and warm and always, always welcoming.

“I’d do anything for you, Siena,” he said softly.