As if!
“You know why I let you go ahead of me?”
“In case Archie has balanced a bucket of water above the door?”
“That happened once, darling. And you got him back quite spectacularly.”
A hose is much more efficient than a bucket, even if the bucket was meant for his brother and not me. Payback is payback.
“You let me go first because you’re a gentleman.” I wrap my hands around his waist and snuggle in close. He’s no ordinary gentleman, that’s for sure.
“Well, yes. Ladies first in all things.”
“Because that didn’t sound smutty at all. Not even a little bit.”
“No? I must be losing my touch.” He chuckles as he turns me in his arms so we’re both looking at my Kilblair montage. “When you come into this room, your eyes immediately fall to that picture,” he says, folding his hands over my waist. “And your eyes light up. That’s why I let you go first. It reminds me I must be doing something right.”
“Lots of things,” I murmur, my eyes running over the moments. Our Christmas Eve wedding held at the tiny ancient chapel in the village with just a dozen people watching on. Our family, both blood and chosen. We’d come back to the castle afterwards and celebrated until the wee hours before collapsing into bed. Our first Christmas morning together. Our honeymoon. The memories go on and on. “But I think we’re going to need a bigger picture frame,” I murmur, sliding my hands over his as anticipation bubbles inside me.
“I’m sure we’ll need lots of them as the years go by. I look forward to many years of making memories with you.”
I press his hands on my stomach as a shiver of something sweet rolls down my spine. “It’s a good thing the castle has so many rooms.” I take a deep breath and try not to giggle as I say, “Remind me again. Do twins skip one generation or two?”