This was a lot harder than I’d ever thought it would be. Loving Tackle had been my secret since I was a child. Other than Knox, I hadn’t told anyone that I loved him.
“You won’t lose part of your soul if you say it, peanut.” He smiled and kissed me. “Look, I didn’t.”
“You can’t see your soul to know one way or another.”
“That may be true, but I can feel it, and it feels whole.”
He shifted down my body and kissed my belly. “I love you too, little peanut. See, it isn’t so hard once you practice a few times.”
I wove my fingers in his hair and stared into his eyes. “I love you, Landry.”
He raised his eyebrows.
I moved his hand to my belly and put mine on top of it. “I love you too, baby Landry.”
“Baby Landry? Not baby Sorenson?”
I shook my head. “When I was eleven years old, I decided that whether we had a boy or a girl, our first baby’s name would be Landry, just like his or her father.”
“You knew then, huh?”
“I think I did. At least I hoped.”
We heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” I shouted.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” said my brother, looking sheepishly from Tackle to me. “This is going to be weird.”
“You’ll get used to it, and if you don’t, tough shit.”
We all laughed at Tackle’s words.
“Have you heard anything?” I asked.
Halo nodded. “They’re taking her into surgery.”
“Anything else?” Tackle asked.
Halo walked over to the window and looked up at the sky. “I started a shit show.”
“What does that mean?”
He turned around to face me. “Her mother was the one to tell me they were taking Nick into the operating room. I asked if the baby was going to be okay.”
“You didn’t?” I gasped.
“I did.”
“And?” asked Tackle.
“There was a lot of yelling.”
“Did you get an answer of any kind?”
“Given their shock, I’d say she didn’t look pregnant.”
My brother looked out the window again. His expression was troubled. “What else, Knox?”
“I also talked to Razor. Word is that someone carried out a hit on Caruso.”