Page 101 of Finding Peace
He exhales a laugh through his nose. “I know.”
“Not just dads,” I add. “But dads with Beau.”
“Mmhm.” He takes a long sip of coffee.
“And Jasper.”
He chuckles. “Jesus Christ.”
“This is insane.”
“It is.”
“But…” I trail off.
Lawson glances at me. “But it feels right,” he says.
And that’s it. That’s the part that continues to floor me. It doesn’t feel chaotic. It doesn’t feel reckless. It doesn’t feel like we’ve ruined anything. It feels like something is just clicking into place.
“Think Mom and Dad are going to lose their shit?” I ask.
Lawson stares at me like I’ve insulted him. “They’ve been wanting a grandchild since before you even married Melissa,” he says flatly.
I grimace.
“And now they’re getting one because of Abigail—who they love, by the way. They’re not going to give a flying fuck whose baby it is biologically. I’ll be shocked if Mom doesn’t cry tears of joy.”
I huff a laugh. He’s probably right.
Footsteps sound on the stairs.
Beau appears first, hair wrecked, eyes half shut. “Morning,” he mumbles. Jasper follows, shirtless, rubbing his face.
“She still asleep?” Lawson asks.
Beau nods, grabbing two mugs. I’m sure she’s exhausted. One of us woke her up every few hours just to check on her, so I’d be surprised if she didn’t sleep well into the morning.
Beau’s about to pour a cup when he pauses. “Shit. Do we need to get her decaf now?”
Lawson’s already typing on his phone. “She can have one cup of regular coffee a day if she wants, but we should get decaf if she wants more than that. I’ll add it to my list.”
Beau squints at him. “You have a list going already?”
“I’ve been up a while. Sue me,” Lawmutters.
The three of us laugh softly before Jasper asks, “Well… should we call Joe?”
Lawson shrugs. “Up to you.”
I grin. “I’m always down to call your—”
“Stop,” Jasper cuts in immediately. “Don’t even start. You know I hate it when you pretend to flirt with my sister.”
“Who says I’m pretending?” I wiggle my brows at him.
“Me,” he deadpans. “I know you do it just to fuck with me. Plus, the mother of our child is upstairs, and you’re obsessed with her, so shut the hell up.”
I laugh, holding my hands up in surrender.
