Somehow Chase opened the door and carried her inside. The next moment she was on the bed, her male above her, his eyes flashing wildly. "I think it's time to create our own frenzy, Dr. McFarland."
Layla laid her hands above her head and arched her back. "I think so, too, Mr. McFarland."
With a growl, Chase tore off her clothing and then his own before playing out the fantasy he'd voice many times over the last few weeks.
It was even better in real life, but she suspected anything would be better with
Chase, the male she loved more than anything else in the world.
Epilogue
Many Months Later
Layla gazed down at the two wee bundles in her arms and couldn't stop crying.
Aye, they were early and small, but they were healthy.
And she was finally a mum.
She choked on a sob, and Chase laid his cheek against hers, murmuring, "Love, it's okay. You'll handle twins just fine. You have me to help you, remember."
"No." Sniffle. "It's not that."
Chase wrapped his arms under hers, helping to hold their sons. "Then what's wrong, love? Tell me. I can't stand you crying."
She leaned into Chase's face. "I-I didn't know if we'd ever get here."
Layla had had a difficult pregnancy, to the point she'd been on bed rest for the last three months.
They'd both learned early that she was having twins. Sid had told her she needed to know as soon as possible, in order to be more careful and keep them to term.
She'd nearly lost them once, but between Chase's dedication, as well as the help of more doctors than any one person would need, she'd made it through.
And now she held two tiny, beautiful sons in her arms.
Chase nuzzled her cheek. "But they're both here, you're healthy, and I'm sure one day you'll wonder why you ever wanted children in the first place."
"Never," she answered with a sniffle. "Both of them will always know they're loved and wanted."
"Of course they are. Although I suspect their cousins will occasionally try to lose them in the woods, or who knows what. The MacKenzies are good at stirring up trouble, after all."
The MacKenzies were up to six offspring, plus Finn and Arabella's three. Not to mention Yasmin's son, and her sister was already pregnant with another.
Aye, her sons would have more cousins than they knew what to do with. And Layla couldn't think of a more perfect future, full of love, teasing, and lots of laughter.
She glanced from one bairn to the other, always noticing a new detail when she did. "At least they're not identical, so that should make things a wee bit easier."
One had her dark hair, and the other had the palest wisps on his head, taking after his father's blond.
Chase kissed her cheek before asking, "So which will be which, then?"
"Since we each picked a name, how about we name the one with the same hair color as ours?"
He snorted. "Such an arbitrary way to do it."
"Do you have a better way?"
"No." He touched the dark-haired lad. "Hello, Caelan." And then the blond-haired one. "And Harris. We've waited a long time to meet you."