“I can do this on my own.” I’ve taken a temporary leave of absence from work so I can concentrate on taking care of Jackson.

“Right. And you could take care of two babies too if you had to,” he says, pulling me close so I can lay my head on his chest. “You can do anything. That’s why I admire you so much.”

“Aw, you’re just sucking up to me because you might’ve knocked me up.” I gaze up at him. “You’re so romantic.”

“You’re the romantic one.” He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Don’t sweat it, babe. Whatever hand we’re dealt, we’ll make it.”

I snuggle close and close my eyes, my arm slung over his middle. “You’re right. With you by my side, we can do no wrong. Even if that means having three babies in two years.”

“Three?” His voice sounds strangled and he clears his throat. “Uh, what do you mean, three babies?”

“What if we have twins next time? They run in my family,” I say.

“They do? Huh. Wish you would’ve told me this before. I might’ve reconsidered our marriage knowing that.”

“You pompous jackass.” I tweak his nipple again, earning another yelp from him. “You know you couldn’t survive without me.”

“So true, babe,” he murmurs sleepily against my forehead just before he kisses it. “So very freaking true.”