Page 63 of Salacious Devotion

“I’ve been nauseous.”

I stroke her cheek. “I know that, too, baby.”

“I thought it was nerves.”

“I did, too, for a few days until your tits got sore.” I reach up and cup one, thumbing the tip. “They’re bigger, and they’re fucking sexy.”

Paige flops back down onto her back and stares at the ceiling. “Oh God. How could I be so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid, baby.” I lean over her. “And that’s your safeword. Don’t use it so flippantly ever again.”

She groans. “We just got together.”

“And we’ll be together eight more months alone before we add a small human to our family.”

She lowers her gaze to mine. “You’re so calm about this.”

“I’ve known longer than you. Plus, I’m fucking excited.”

“You are?”

“Fuck, yes. I might have to stop saying fuck all the time in front of young ears, but my fucking hot, amazing wife is pregnant with my baby. I’m damn pleased.”

She stares for long seconds before swallowing hard. “I’m in shock.”

“We’re going to be okay, Paige. I promise. We were dealt a shitty hand, but that part of our lives is over. From now on, it’s you and me against the world. You and me and a tiny little girl with brown eyes and dark hair,” I tease.

“What if it’s a boy?”

“Poor fellow,” I joke. “Maybe he’ll look like you.”

She finally gives me a small smile. “You’re the hottest man alive. He’ll be lucky to look like you… Holy shit. We’re having a baby?”

“Yes.”

“I should take a pregnancy test.”

“I brought three of them with us.”

She starts laughing. “Of course you did.” Paige sits again, shoves off the side of the bed, and shrugs out of the scrap of white lace. “Where are they?”

I climb off the mattress, take her hand, and lead her into the bathroom. I pull one of the tests out of my toiletry bag, open it, and hand her the stick. “Pee on it.”

“We should read the directions.”

“I already did that. I’m one step ahead of you. Pee, baby.”

“Are you going to step out of the bathroom?”

“Fuck, no.” I point toward the toilet. “Pee, Paige.”

She rolls her eyes as she moves to the toilet, sits, spreads her legs, and pees on the stick.

I take it from her, set it on the counter, and turn back as she finishes wiping. I pin my woman to the wall and nuzzle her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m going to be the bossiest, most overbearing, annoying husband for the next eight months.”

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