Page 120 of Rock On

“What’s going on, beautiful?” He put an arm around my waist as we stared out at the city.

“I have really, really exciting news.”

“Yeah?” He cocked his head slightly. “Tell me.”

“You know how I mentioned that Carter had left some frozen sperm in case I wanted to give River a sibling?”

He nodded. “I thought we were going to talk about that once the tour was over?”

“Yes. But now we don’t have to.”

He squinted slightly. “What do you mean? Did you change your mind about another baby?”

“No, but fate had other ideas.” I turned so I was facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Remember back when we did all those tests, and the doctors said your sperm count was virtually zero?”

His face tightened a little, but he nodded.

“But he also said it wasn’t zero-zero. Like, there had been a handful of live sperm. He just wasn’t sure of the quality and all that complicated science stuff.”

“He said the count was so low it was as good as zero,” Tommy said, frowning.

“But it wasn’t zero.” I smiled and took one of his hands, putting it on my stomach. “Because I’m pregnant, Tommy.”

The strangest look crossed his face.

He blinked a few times, then he looked down to where his hand was flat against my stomach.

“You’re…are you sure?”

“Very, very sure. I went to a doctor when we were in London. I’d had our records sent from the fertility specialist we saw eight years ago, and they gave me a very thorough examination. The doctor in London said that while the chances of you getting me pregnant were low, they definitely weren’t zero. They never should have told us you were sterile. Our chances were slim, but it happened anyway. Our baby’s due on December twenty-second.”

“Harley.” His eyes were suspiciously watery and he blinked a few more times before lowering his head to mine. “We’re having a baby? Really?”

“We are. We got pregnant in late March or early April. I’m sixteen weeks. It was killing me not to tell you, but I wanted this to be my wedding present to you.”

“Oh my god.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “Holy shit, baby—we’re going to have a baby!”

I bit my lip. “Are you happy? I know this came out of nowhere…”

“I’m so fucking happy! I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

He crashed his mouth to mine, kissing me with the passion of a man in love. A man who had everything he ever wanted. And who’d given it all to the woman he loved.

“Seriously, you guys?” Wynter stuck her head out the door. “Everybody’s been clinking their glasses for kisses and you’re out here making out like teenagers.”

“You’re going to be an aunt again!” Tommy yelled at her.

She rolled her eyes. “Duh. I’ve known for weeks. About time you told him.”

“I had to tell one person,” I whispered when she ducked back inside. “Just in case something went wrong. And also because I was so excited after I saw the doctor in London.”

“I remember that day,” he said, chuckling. “I thought it was really weird you were gone all day, supposedly shopping, and came back with zero bags.”

“I had to make sure, because I was freaking out at first too. But after the doctor in London explained those results we got eight years ago a little more clearly, I felt better.”

“I can’t fucking believe I’m going to be a dad again!” He pumped his fist. “This is so fucking awesome, Harley.”

“And maybe a third time if we use Carter’s frozen sperm. I feel like continuing his legacy is important.”

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