Page 122 of Wed to You

“I’d have told you, and you would have probably insisted we tear up the divorce papers.”

“I don’t get the dif—” He stopped. His expression turned sympathetic. “You wanted to make sure I was here for you and not just because of a baby.”

She nodded. “I’d finally decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I was just getting ready to take the test when you showed up.”

His eyes lifted, and a brilliant smile spread across his face. “Can you take it now?”

She nodded, blissfully happy. She stood, taking his hand to lead him upstairs to her bathroom, where she’d left the test.

“If you are pregnant, when do you think it happened?”

“I was thinking it was the afternoon we spent here.”

He tugged her, pulling her to him. His eyes filled with love and awe. “The first time I ever really made love.”

His words made her heart soar.

“No way any birth control could stop that kind of love from creating life.”

She nearly swooned. “You’re a poet.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then urged her forward. He was as eager as she was to learn about their parental status.

She entered the bathroom, picking up the box and rereading the directions. “You’ll need to wait out there while I go.” She started to close the door on him.

“Wait.” He pressed a palm to the door to keep it from closing. “What if you’re not pregnant?”

At that moment, she realized how badly she wanted to be pregnant.

His hand cupped her face. “If you’re not, we’ll just dedicate ourselves to making a baby.”

She grinned. “So if it’s negative, we’ll go to bed?”

“Ah, honey, we’re going to bed either way.” The wicked gleam in his eyes heated her body. Then his smile faltered. “Unless it will be bad for the baby.”

She shook her head. “No, it won’t be bad for the baby.”

His smile returned. “Well, then. Go take care of business.”

She shut the door, her gaze holding his until the crack in the door no longer allowed her to see him.

Jagger paced the room. He felt high. Not drug high, but euphoric. He’d showed up that day hoping to win Chelsea back and the fact that he’d succeeded made him feel over the moon. But a baby. He hadn’t been expecting that. The idea of it...it blew his mind. He tried to temper his excitement to avoid disappointment. It wasn’t easy. The thought of a baby, created with Chelsea, growing inside her, was like a dream come true. A dream he didn’t even know he wanted.

When the door opened, he swung around. “Well?”

“It takes a few minutes.” She set the box with the pregnancy stick on the side table next to her bed.

Unable to keep from touching her, he took her hand and pulled her to him. He sat on the edge of the bed, tugging her onto his lap. Together they watched the little window.

“Chelsea?”

“Hmm.” She turned to him, her brown eyes filled with love. He knew he didn’t deserve it, but he vowed to work every day to earn it.

“I think we should get married.”

Her smile made his heart swell until he thought it might burst from his chest. “We’re already married.”

“A real wedding.”

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