"I think." Rafe took her hand, brought it to his lips before pulling her close. His grin was quick as lightning. "We're having a baby."
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nbsp; There was a moment of utter silence before the explosion. There was a quick whoop from Shane, who took it upon himself to scoop Regan off her feet. She had to be kissed, Rafe had to be punched and pummeled.
"Give me my wife," Rafe demanded.
"In a minute." Shane kissed her again, heartily, then started to pass her to Rafe. Jared intercepted, gave her a quick swing. Regan was still laughing when she found herself in Devin's arms.
"Damn it, give me my woman."
As they tussled and argued over the expectant mother, Savannah leaned back against the counter. "The MacKades—the next generation," she murmured to Cassie. "Scary thought."
"She'll handle it." Cassie blinked back tears. "She can handle anything."
Because everyone else was busy, she scooted over to check on the pot roast herself.
Savannah stepped forward, leaned in to kiss Jared on the cheek. "Congratulations, Uncle Jare."
He couldn't stop grinning. "Rafe's going to be a daddy."
With one brow arched, Savannah glanced over to where Regan was still being passed from brother to brother. "And this, I take it, is the way you guys celebrate—tossing women around."
"We don't have a precedent. It's our first baby."
When he swung an arm around her shoulders, Savannah realized he'd just said it all. It would be a MacKade baby, and would belong to all of them.
It was something she thought about quite a bit as the celebration continued through dinner with constant, and often ridiculous, suggestions for child care, baby names and fatherly duties. It was odd for her to fully realize now, when she was finally settled into a home of her own, finally confident that Bryan had the best she could give him, that neither of them had ever known the fullness of family.
They had each other, and that was important. Vital. He was a happy, well-adjusted child. She could see that as he sat beside her, shoveling in food, giggling at Shane's idea of Lulubelle MacKade if the baby was a girl. There was no doubt in her heart that her son was exactly as he should be.
And yet.
He had never known the joy, or the problems, of having uncles, aunts, grandparents. Siblings. Those were things she couldn't give him. She hoped it was only she who had suddenly come to sense the lack.
"Are you feeling all right, Regan?" Cassie's voice was quiet amid the chaos of male-dominated conversation.
"Wonderful. I don't think I've ever felt better. No queasiness, no fatigue, not any of the things the books warn us about."
"I had them all." Running an absent hand over Emma's curls, Cassie smiled. "Not too bad, really, just enough so that when it came around the second time I knew what to expect. How about you, Savannah?"
"Sick as a dog for three months." Before Bryan could reach over her plate, she passed him the bowl of roast potatoes he'd aimed for. "It was almost worth it, though." She winked at Bryan.
"Three months?" Regan gave a heartfelt shudder. "Every day?"
"Rain or shine," Savannah said cheerfully. "Bry, if you opened your mouth just a little wider, you could probably fit three potatoes in at once."
He managed a sloppy grin with a full mouth. "It's good."
"Just like Mom used to make," Devin put in, and heaped another helping of potatoes on Bryan's plate. "We used to have contests to see who could eat more of them. Jared usually won—right, Jare?"
"Yeah." But he'd stopped eating, and he was looking at Savannah oddly.
"The kid's going to break your record." Shane tossed a biscuit that Jared was just quick enough to catch.
Intrigued with the maneuver, Bryan snatched one and aimed it at Connor, who nabbed it before it hit the floor.
"Good save," Rafe commented. "Sign him up. You gonna play ball next year, Con?"