Page 34 of Cowboy Stalker
He slides off the swing and drops to his knees on the porch. He puts his hand on my stomach, his voice filled with awe, “You’re carrying my baby.”
“I’m so excited. I didn’t think it would happen this quickly,” I admit. I thought it would take a few months. I’ve heard that it can take up to a year to get pregnant, and we weren’t even trying.
“Does he know how far along we are?” His big, work-roughened hand is still cupping my stomach.
“He thinks around twelve weeks. Our little plum looks healthy. He set me up to go get an ultrasound in a couple of weeks. We’ll know whether we’re having a boy or a girl then.”
He lifts my shirt and presses a soft kiss to my stomach. “Hi, baby. It’s Dad. I love you and can’t wait to meet you soon. You stay warm and comfy in there, and don’t worry about a thing. I’m going to take good care of you and your mama.”
I smile and thread my fingers through his hair. “You’re going to have add more bedrooms to our house plan.”
“You keep making babies, and I’ll keep building as many bedrooms as you want. I love you, wife. Now and forever.”
He lifts his head to take my mouth in a heated kiss that has me wanting to go right back in the cabin. This cowboy is insatiable, and I love it.
