“Let’s make a baby,” Vince murmured in her ear among the conversations flying around the table. Emma’s smile froze and she swallowed her bite to peer at him with wide eyes.
“Are you serious?” she asked, a slow, hopeful smile spreading across her lips. He nodded and she squealed. “When?”
Vince rose abruptly and scooped her into his arms. “Right now.” Emma blushed and clung to him as he strode to the house, calling over his shoulder, “We’ll be back later…maybe. Gonna make a new Buchanan!”
Vince smiled as hoots and hollers followed.
God, he loved his debauched family!