“Oh um,,, right. You don’t know,” she blushed and looked at Gabe. “Do you want to tell her?”
“Ouch!” He glared. “Marietta!” He called. Then realized there was no nanny to take the child away.
“I am?” She smiled at him.
He nodded and looked down at Sophia’s stomach, then at Anne Marie. “Peanut is a baby.”
“A baby?” She grinned. “You’re pregnant?”
She snorted and laughed. “That’s not how things work around here. You either call for my nana or my daddy or Brian and none of them would be happy about it.”
He grinned and nodded. “You are.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”