Quade's Babies - Brenda Jackson [40]
“I want to change the babies’ names from Steele to Westmoreland as soon as it can be done.”
Cheyenne lifted her head and glanced up at him. She knew it bothered him that his son and daughters didn’t have his last name. At least she could grant him that one request. “All right. I’ll contact my attorney later today.”
She could tell by his expression that he was surprised and appreciative. “Thanks,” he said, with deep emotion in his voice.
“You haven’t said anything about a paternity test,” she said, placing her head on his chest once again.
He looked down at her. “I don’t need one. I know the babies are mine.” That statement made Cheyenne feel good inside. Yes, they were his.
“Now what about yours?” he asked.
She arched a brow. “My what?”
“Name. I want to change your name, as well, Cheyenne.”
She sighed, seeing they were back to that again. “I don’t need to change my name.”
“I think that you do” was his comeback. “I want to marry you.”
But not for the right reasons, she thought. “I’m not ready to get married,” she said, hoping she sounded convincing.
“Then I guess it’s up to me to persuade you to think differently.”
He leaned down and captured her lips with his and then she decided she didn’t want to think at all.
Cheyenne eased deeper between the covers when suddenly she was jarred from sleep by the sound of the doorbell. When it rang again, she opened her eyes and remembered. She and Quade had awoken when the babies had stirred for their five o’clock feeding. Just as he’d done the night before, Quade had assisted by holding the other two babies as she fed one. After making sure they were dry and comfortable, she and Quade had returned to her room where he had held her in his arms for an hour or so. After that, they had made love several times before finally drifting off to sleep. That was the reason she was naked. He had awakened a few moments ago, dressed and left to buy them breakfast from a deli not far away.
Wondering if he had returned, she slid out of bed and slipped into her short terry-cloth robe and made her way to the front of the house. The last thing she wanted was for the doorbell to wake the babies.
She crossed the room to the door and peeped out. It was her sisters. After their conversation yesterday, why had they returned when they knew she wanted to handle the babies alone? She then figured it out. One of her cousins had probably told her sisters about Quade.
Inhaling a breath of annoyance, she opened the door and plastered a smile on her face. “Vanessa. Taylor. What brings the two of you visiting so early?” she asked, pretending she didn’t have a clue.
She took a step back when they walked in. At least Vanessa walked in—Taylor wobbled in. She wasn’t due for another month or so but her belly had gotten so big it wouldn’t surprise Cheyenne if she didn’t deliver before Christmas. But then, Cheyenne thought, as far as she was concerned nobody’s belly had been as big as hers. She hadn’t gained a lot of weight, just a lot of size.
“Donovan called this morning,” Taylor told her, taking a seat on the sofa. “He told us about the card game last night. Chey, you know we don’t like to pry, but we’re worried.”
“About what?”
“We heard the babies’ daddy showed up yesterday after we left,” Taylor said.
Cheyenne lifted an arched brow. “And?”
“And it looks to me like he works fast,” Vanessa said, eyeing Cheyenne up and down. “I hate to tell you this, but you have passion marks all over you. Even on your legs. What is that all about?”
Cheyenne thought the entire thing too comical to get mad. “If you have to ask Van, then…”
“This isn’t funny, Cheyenne,” Vanessa said frowning. “This guy shows up one day and already he’s back in your bed. Do you deny it?”
Now that ticked her off.