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down to my belly. The babies. Four babies. Oh boy. Boy, oh boy.
    Aunt Lily, you were right. Tricky in your delivery, but right. Thank you.
    I almost imagine her laughing. They’re all a bunch of funny fuckers in my family.
    The nurse walks in and gives me a smile.
    “How are you feeling?”
    “I’m not sure yet,” I say honestly. “Still a bit numb I think.”
    “That’s normal and should be wearing off anytime now,” she tells me as she fiddles with my IV. She walks over and wraps the blood pressure cuff around my arm.
    “Has it gotten better?” I ask.
    “Yes, much better. You gave us all quite a scare,” she whispers, her eyes bouncing over to where Jesse’s still resting.
    “I can only imagine,” I murmur. I can’t tear my gaze from Jesse. Even in sleep he looks restless—almost fretful.
    “Well, that’s better,” she announces.
    “Normal?”
    She snickers softly. “No, but we’re getting there.”
    Jesse rouses, stretching his arms over his head. With the angle his head was resting, he’s likely got a stiff neck.
    “You’re awake,” he announces, then jumps up and gives me a kiss.
    “I just woke up. How are the babies?”
    He pulls back and the smile he’s wearing is the biggest I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but smile right along with him.
    “They’re great. Small, but great.”
    I reach for his hand. “Are they okay? I mean, health-wise? Are there any concerns?”
    “A few, but nothing major. The biggest concern is their weight. They want to watch and see how they do with feeding and if they gain weight.” The nurse leaves the room and Jesse presses his lips to mine. “They wanted to know if you’d be breastfeeding.”
    I snicker. “Breastfeeding four babies? I just can’t see that being possible. I’m sure someone will come by and talk to me about it. Maybe we can alternate with formula.”
    He nods, concern etching his face.
    “What is it?” I ask.
    “You were bleeding, Luce.”
    “I know—”
    “No,” he says, cutting me off. “You were bleeding some when you were awake, but they put you under and they couldn’t find the bleed. They almost had to do a hysterectomy and I told them to do whatever it took to save you.”
    I blow out a breath, stunned at the thought of how horrifying that must have been for him—what that would have meant for me. “Well, nothing half way with us, huh?”
    “Doesn’t seem like it.”
    I meet his gaze. “I would have agreed with you—to remove my uterus. I would never want to risk not being there for you and the babies. Not ever.”
    He nods again. “I want to talk to you, Luce. Seriously.”
    “Okay,” I say cautiously.
    “We have four babies.”
    I nod.
    “I don’t know what your thoughts are about having more, but after this pregnancy and all that’s happened, I think I’m good with just four if you agree,” he says softly, his eyes sincere and worried.
    “I don’t think I’m going to want any more babies either, Jesse. We’ve got a big family already—I mean, four babies! I can’t imagine adding any more to that. I’m sure, with three Kingston boys, they’re going to run me ragged—and I’m not taking a chance on having multiples again. Nuh-uh. No way,” I tell him straight up. “This pregnancy, I loved it, don’t get me wrong, but it was difficult. I want to enjoy us and our family.”
    “Okay.”
    “Were you afraid to talk to me about that?” I ask.
    He shrugs. “A little. I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same.”
    “Jesse. We will always find a compromise. We’ve been doing pretty great at it so far.”
    “That’s true. But can we find a compromise on names,” he begins. “We have four babies who need names. Calling them a number just isn’t right.”
    “That, and we need to name them before Xander does,” I tease.
    “Don’t joke about that. He’s already talking about all the things he’s going to teach them,” Jesse tells me with a chuckle.
    I groan. “Good God, we’re really in