Page 133 of Bae

That’s what made this love thing so worth it. The feeling small and vulnerable. The being out of control… I wasn’t alone.

Rimmel was right there with me.

We were in this together.

I went to her, cupping her cheeks. “Seeing him changed nothing between us, baby. You’re still and always will be my before anyone else.”

Her hands closed around my wrists. “You know the hip term for that these days is #bae.”

I made a face. “That’s just terrible.”

“It actually meanspoopin Danish.” She pulled back her hand, pressed it to her mouth, and giggled.

Her laughter was the sound of my everything.

“I guess I should be glad you didn’t try to name Ralph that.”

She swatted at my stomach, and I chuckled.

“Maybe we should just stick to the long version.” She smiled. “I like the way it sounds when you say it anyway.”

My arm slid around her back and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. Her thighs parted, and I stepped between them, brought my head down, and claimed her mouth.

I didn’t lift my head, not at all. We remained fused together for one endless kiss. The sounds of a busy ER faded away until all that remained was her and me. The softness of her lips accepted me again and again; the feather-light way her mouth danced across mine made my heart thud heavily as full-blown thirst for more left me feeling dehydrated.

It wouldn’t really matter how long we stood here and kissed. I’d still want more later.

A heavy clearing of a throat behind made me release her lips and glance over my shoulder. Rim ducked her head so she was completely hidden behind me, and I straightened a little farther to give her even more protection.

The doctor was standing there with the curtain in his hand and what I assumed were her lab results in the other.

“Doc,” I said, acting like he hadn’t caught me making out with my wife.

Dude was probably jealous anyway.

He stepped into the cubicle, the curtain falling closed behind him. “I have your results.”

I glanced over my shoulder at Rim. She nodded, so I pivoted around to stand beside her. Both of us stared at the doctor expectantly.

“Did you find anything?” Rimmel asked.

“Actually, yes, we did.” he said, and my stomach dropped.

My brain went into crisis mode, and I began creating a list of specialists and favors I could call in to be sure she got whatever the hell she needed. “What is it?” I asked, trying not to show how rattled I was.

“You’re pregnant.” He smiled, like he’d just dropped the happiest news bomb on us ever.

Our silence was not what he expected.

In fact, we both stared at him as if he hadn’t spoken at all.

“I, uh, take it this is a surprise?” he asked when we still remained speechless.

Did he not read the papers?

“Did you just say I’m pregnant?” Rimmel asked, her voice shaky.

He nodded. “Changes in the body during the first trimester, like the blood volume in a woman’s body nearly doubling as well as hormonal fluctuations, etc., can cause a woman to faint. That coupled with the fact you said you hadn’t eaten and have been under some stress… well, that will do it.”

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