In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Seven - Chapters 103-106 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Seven - Chapters 103-106

... she wanted to take more time off with the second baby, he was more than willing to pick up the slack.

“I suppose if I took time off, it would at least allow Sylvie to try a semester at Norland. That way, she won’t regret missing out on the experience of nanny school.”

“Oh, sure, we can offer her that option. I thought she’d help you with DJ while you bond with the baby.”

“And make DJ think his baby sister is more important than he is?” Grace blurted out.

Mac’s eyes welled up.

“Oh, Mac, I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t want to know what we were having this time. I just…”

“It’s a girl?” Mac interrupted. He took Grace’s hands in his and gazed into her eyes. “You’re giving me a daughter?”

Grace nodded. “Well, it’s not as though I’m going to Babies Я Us to pick out a baby girl, but yes, we are going to have a daughter. I’m sorry I spoiled the surprise.”

Mac shook his head. “I’m not. I don’t know why I insisted on not knowing. It was a silly notion, and I’ve regretted it almost as soon as it came out of my mouth.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Because I made such a big deal of wanting to be surprised this time. I felt foolish admitting I was wrong and wanted to know if this baby was a boy or a girl.”

Grace ...

... shook her head. “Silly man! The only foolish thing is that you thought you couldn’t tell me that.”

“I know,” Mac said sheepishly.

“So, you’re excited?”

“I’m about to have a rich man’s family; how could I not be excited?”

“Rich man’s family?” Grace asked, her brows furrowed.

“When a man has the luxury of having a son and a daughter, it’s known as a rich man’s family. I heard my dad say that long ago when I was little. Well, Marcus, I guess. It’s ironic that neither Aislyn nor I are actually his kids, huh? I mean, well, I know Dom is my real Dad, and Dom says Aislyn looks just like the guy my mother was draped all over at the Fourth of July party. I’m getting off the point here.”

Mac stopped rambling, gazed lovingly at his wife, and said, “I’m thrilled that we are having a daughter; I hope she has red hair and blue eyes like her mother.”

Grace sighed. “Well, I’m glad I don’t have to keep that secret to myself anymore.”

“You haven’t told anyone?”

“No, of course not. I couldn’t be sure someone wouldn’t spill the beans accidentally, so I kept it to myself.”

“You must love me madly.”

She looked at him and held his gaze. “I absolutely do!”

“Wanna show me?”

“Mmm hmm, Mr. Stewart. I thought you’d never ask.”