Page 86 of Give Me Forever Love

“You’re pregnant?” he asks quietly.

I nod and swallow.Please be happy. Please be happy.He looks back down at the baby clothing, his mouth slightly open, a firm wrinkle between his brow, and then he smirks. It’s a slow spread of his lips, and then it turns into a full-on all-white teeth boyish Bryce smile.

“Are you happy?” I ask.

He cough-laughs. “Am I happy? K, I don’t even know what that word means anymore. There has to be something else to describe the way I feel right now.” He lifts the onesie out of the box. “We’re going to have a baby.”

I smile as tears spring to my eyes. “Yeah.”

He grabs me, and we fall back on the pillows and blankets. He kisses me a thousand times all over my face and neck and chest and hands and arms, and I can’t help the laughter that flows out of me.

Thank God!

“I’m sorry I didn’t discuss it with you. I just didn’t go back to get my shot. I found out only a week ago. I’m almost five weeks.”

He narrows his eyes. “So that would mean you got pregnant the night we got into that big fight?”

I laugh. “Um…yeah, I guess so.”

He nods. “That was some good makeup sex.”

“Apparently so.” I smirk.

“I can’t fuckin’ believe it,” he says, touching my stomach. “Oh, you shouldn’t be on the floor. Let’s go get in bed.”

“Oh my God. Bryce Grant, if you start that bossy shit with me about this pregnancy, I will seriously move in with Claire and Austin.”

“No, the hell you won’t.”

“Well, don’t start treating me like a baby.”

He looks conflicted and it’s cute, but I’m serious. I will die if I have to deal with this for nine months.

“Look, I’ll make a deal with you.”

“No fucking deals,” I say, moving him away from me so I can stand and get some air.

“Kathrine Har…Grant,” he says, standing up, too. He smirks, and so do I because we’re lovesick fools.

“The deal isn’t crazy,” he says in his defense. “If you promise me that you’ll take all precautions, then I won’t have anything to say.”

“And what exactly are precautions to you?”

“No running, no sleeping on your stomach, no jumping over things. No climbing things. No drinking, of course,” he says likeduh. “No sweating.”

I shake my head. “You’re unbelievable. You do know that, right?”

He laughs. “Yeah, just a little over the top. How about just the no drinking?”

“Done,” I say with an eye roll.

“Good. I’m sure I’ll think of more, but in the meantime, we can stick with that.”

“No more!” I say as he comes toward me and I swat his hand away. “Promise.” I move back.

He sighs. “I promise.” He reaches for me, but I take off running.

“No running, Mrs. Grant.”

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