CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sukie gurgled happily as she lay on the rug in the bedroom. Winter blew raspberries on her belly, making her daughter beam at her. Satchel grinned at them both. “You were born to be a mother, Win.”
“Ha, you wouldn’t say that if you’d seen me just after she was born. I had no idea what to do. Thank God for Cosima.”
Satchel chuckled. “I wish I could have been there for you.”
“God, no,” she grimaced, “it was a car crash down there. You’d have never touched me again.”
“Ha,” Satchel threw his head back and laughed, “Win, when we give Sukie a brother or sister, I’m going to be right there, believe me.”
Winter stopped tickling Sukie. “What?”
Satchel’s smile faded. “I mean… if you want more kids… with me?”
Winter felt her heart fill with love and her eyes with happy te
