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the sick bastard your mom let do this to you, people like that can rot in hell. We’re going to protect our baby from that kind of shit and he’s going to grow up healthy, happy, and loved,” Kat whispered, understanding where his mind had gone.
    He nodded, smiling softly. She was right. He would protect his family and they would give their child the love they’d both been denied. The wind rattled the downspout outside their window, the late season storm refusing to abate. Whether it was the sound or a sudden chill, Kat pressed into him. Pulling the covers up around her slender shoulders, he nudged her back down into the pillows and settled around her. She sighed as he rubbed a slow circle on her belly.  
    “I know you’re not real fond of Aiden. What do you think of Camden?” she murmured around a yawn.
    “We could shorten it to Cam. That’s manly.”
    “Cam Croston,” Kat said, letting the name roll off her tongue. “I kind of like it.”
    “Holy Mary Mother of God, the rug rat has a name.”
    Kat rolled her eyes and elbowed her husband. “It would’ve gone a lot faster if you hadn’t been so bullheaded.”
    “It would’ve gone a lot faster if you hadn’t insisted on picking sissy names.”
    “Why do you have to make everything so hard, Croston?”
    “This is your fault,” Crux said, rubbing against her ass.
    “How could it possibly be my fault? Was I just looking too damn sexy nine months prego and wearing flannel?”
    “Yep.”
    Kat laughed and snuggled her ass deeper into the cradle of his hips. “You’ve got it bad.”
    “And it feels so good,” he purred in her ear.

Three

    Kat swiped the last onion ring from Ginny’s carry out box and bit into it with gusto.
    “I swear all I do anymore is eat,” she mumbled around the bite, rolling her eyes in delight. “Or have sex. Am I supposed to be this damn horny at nine months? Thank God Crux is a brave soldier.”  
    “It’s the hormones,” Ginny said with a laugh. “Lord, I miss you.”
    Kat blinked at her best friend in surprise as she stood to clear the table. Gin’s voice had sounded so wistful on those last words. She licked her lips. “What do you mean?”  
    Rinsing a dishrag, Ginny didn’t turn away from the sink but she shook her head.
    “I know it sounds crazy, but a half a dozen times a day I turn around to tell you something and you aren’t there. When we’re together, it’s not like work. I love the other girls, but it’s not the same.” She stepped over to wipe off the table without meeting Kat’s gaze. “We’ve waited so long for you to get preggers and now I feel I’m losing you.”
    Kat reached out and caught her arm as she started to turn back to the sink. “Jesus, Gin. I’m right here. You aren’t losing me,” she choked out, tears welling. “Damn. I don’t even know what to say to that.”
    “I don’t know what to say to that either,” Ginny said with a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what my problem is. Which one of us has pregnancy hormones?”
    “Well, they say we do everything together,” Kat said with a grin.
    “Bite your tongue! Zeke would kick my ass,” Ginny said, her hazel eyes widening to saucers.   
    “If it makes you feel any better, being home all day by myself is driving me bat shit!”
    Ginny laughed.
    “Trust me. Camden and I are coming back to work as soon as possible.”
    “Camden?” Ginny asked, biting her lip in excitement.
    “Yep.  Cam Croston. We finally decided on a name. Do you like it?”
    “I love it!” she squealed, hugging Kat tight.
    “I think Crux just likes the fact that it can be shortened to some sort of greasy engine part. He said most of the names I liked were sissy names.”
    “Men!”
    “You want a cappuccino? Do you have to get back?”
    “That sounds wonderful. I told them to expect me back when they saw me; that I was going to have lunch with my BF.”
    “With this weather, cappuccino and a good ol’ gabfest is just the