His head jerks around to look in that direction. “She does? I’ll go get her.” He gets up, so I flip the light to get his attention.

“Come back,” I tell him. “Sit.”

He flops down. I set my pillow to the side because Logan has effectively killed my hard-on. I have a feeling Friday can get it back, though. Just by looking at me, probably. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

His chest fills with air as he sighs. “I try to help her. I try to do everything for her. But she doesn’t seem to like it. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

I wait for him to continue.

“And her boobs are like—” he makes a grasping motion in the air “—like huge. And I want to touch them, but she says they hurt, so I try to sleep on the other side of the bed when we do sleep. I miss her. I want to toss my leg over her naked ass and sleep wrapped around her.”

“Her boobs probably do hurt.” If I remember correctly from Kelly when she had Hayley, she said the same thing. But we didn’t live together, so I didn’t get immersed in it the way Logan is. “Rub her feet or something nice. Hell, pick anything else to rub.”

His face lights up.

“Not that,” I say with a laugh.

He waves a hand in the air like he’s dismissing me. “That’s not even the part I miss. I can do without that.”

I snort.

“Don’t get me wrong. I like that as much as the next guy, but I don’t have to have it. It’s her I have to have.” He looks toward the bathroom, and we see Friday come out wearing a robe. I want to go with her. But Emily follows her into her room and they close the door. Damn. Cock blocked by the best friend and my brother. “You suck,” I grouse at him.

He laughs. He nods toward Friday’s room. “How’s that going? Do I need to restock the condom drawer?”

“What do you think I’m going to do, get her more pregnant?”

He laughs, but it’s a serious thing.

“We haven’t done…that…yet,” I say quietly. I can’t believe I’m discussing this with my little brother.

“What the f**k are you waiting for?” he asks. He leans forward. I have all of his attention.

“I’m waiting for her to commit,” I admit.

He sits back. “Oh,” he says.

“I’m just not sure she’s going to be here forever.” I shrug. “That’s all.”

“I think you’re right.”

My gaze jerks up. I didn’t expect him to agree with me. I expected him to reassure me. “What do you mean?”

“What are your intentions?” he asks.

“I want my f**king ring on her finger and my baby growing inside her.” Damn, I just shocked myself. And I might have to pick Logan up off the floor. He chokes on a cashew.

He clears his throat and says, “Then you need to buy a f**king ring and get on one f**king knee.”

“It’s too soon.” I look toward the bedroom to be sure the door is closed.

“If it’s too soon for a ring, it’s too soon to f**k her.”

“Says the guy who got his girlfriend pregnant.”

“But we didn’t get married because we were lazy. It wasn’t because we didn’t want to be married. If Friday doesn’t want to get married, then you need to reevaluate.”

Logan is so succinct with his thoughts. I’m glad he dropped by, actually, because I was going to f**k Friday all night long. And let her f**k me. And then do it all over again.

“Bet you wish I’d stayed at home,” he says.

I shake my head. “I’m actually glad you’re here. Oh!” I interrupt myself. I pull my phone from my pocket. “If I show you a picture, can you look at the art of it and not at her body?”

A vee forms between his brows. “Whose body is it?”

“Friday’s.”

“Eww… Like I could look at her with lustful intentions.” He pretends to gag and shivers dramatically.

“I want a tattoo that looks like this butterfly.” I show him the picture, and he grins.

“Damn, she’s good,” he says. He keeps smiling. “Where do you want it?”

“That spot on my chest.” I rub the place over my heart, which I know is bare.

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “The one you’ve been saving?”

“Yeah.” I scratch my head and wish he’d stop prying.

“Sure. I’ll draw it up tonight.” He sends the picture to himself.

“Can you ink it tomorrow?”

He nods. “You’re sure, aren’t you?” He grins.

A smile tips the corners of my lips. “Yes.”

The door opens, and Friday comes out of her room. She’s wearing a pair of baby-blue sleep shorts and a matching pajama top, and she looks so damn cute that I want to pull her into my lap. And then I want to take that outfit off her and suck on her titties until she squirms and begs me to f**k her.

Friday looks at Logan and signs something to him while Emily puts Kit into her car seat. I can’t catch every word, but I think she just said something about cuddling. He shakes his head, and she argues with him in sign language. Suddenly, he grins and signs, Thank you.

You’re welcome, she replies.

He hugs her and reaches for the car seat. “Thanks for letting us hang out,” he says.

“Come back anytime,” I reply. My voice is deadpan, but Logan can’t hear the inflection, so I make sure to put on a sad face.