Tricia POV

We got home and I took baby Ethan off his father to his carrier. Ethan proved stubborn, not letting go of my top, but he was still young and didn't have enough strength, so I put him in the carrier.

I moved close to Morgan, who had unbuttoned his shirt and placed my hand on his chest, but before we could begin any form of romance, Ethan's cry filled the room.

"Why can't we be alone?" I asked no one, but Morgan heard.

"We have a baby here," he said and wrapped his hand around ...