“Turn around.” He waited while she swiveled and lifted her heavy fall of hair. Sliding the V-shaped necklace with its large central teardrop stone against her smooth skin he fastened the platinum safety clasp at the base of her neck then began kissing his way down her back.
Hearing the door swing open, then approaching footsteps she giggled and tried squirming away saying, “Dylan, behave yourself.” She attempted to turn but his strong body blocked her movements.
Keeping her captive in the boundary of his arms he nuzzled her neck, trapped her earlobe with his teeth, whispering, “Honey, turn around, your other gifts are here.”
Carolina did as he instructed. When her eyes fell upon the babies in the security of his brothers' arms she pushed him aside and rose to stumble forward. She knew they weren't the babies he'd wished for his brothers and all five of her babes were present, but these new pixies were familiar, calling out to her mind and energy. She held back, not wanting them to vanish. “Where did you get them?”
“Hold on a second.” Dylan stood and walked over to his brothers and a grinning Callum, taking one baby at a time to bunk them with their siblings before saying to his helpers, “Thanks guys. Y'all can go and Callum call Patrick, tell him the news so he'll stop by the superstore on his way home.”
“Sure dad.” Callum quickly glanced at his uncles then hurriedly asked, “Can Justin, Calder and I name the new babies?”
Dylan's brothers voiced their displeasure, “Hey squirt, we want to name 'em?”
“I called dibs first. If you snooze you loose, that's the California rule.”
“Boys that's enough. Callum you and your brothers get first names. Chris, Frank and Jesse y'all get middle