Page 39 of Duty and Desire
“I swear I’m not trying to trap you.” She sobs, and I laugh because she trapped me long before this moment. “It’s not funny, Noah.”
“Baby, I’ve been trying to figure out how to trap you since you moved in.” I fall to my ass so I can curl her onto my lap, then whisper, “So, we’re having a baby?”
“Yes.” She sniffs.
“I guess we should get married then.”
“What?” She jerks her head back to look at me.
“I figured I’d ask you in a few months anyway, so we can just do that now.”
“You’re not upset about this?”
“Are you?” I ask. Because, really, I feel surprisingly okay with her carrying my child, even if we might be doing things backward. Then again, we’ve been doing everything backward since the beginning. I mean, fuck, she was still technically married when we got together—not that I have any regrets.
“Yes.” She rests her hand on her still-flat stomach. “I…I’m scared, but I’m also happy.”
“Me too, baby.” I rest my forehead against hers and cover her hand with mine. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, kissing me quickly before resting her forehead in the crook of my neck. As I sit there on the bathroom floor with her in my lap, all I can think about is how crazy life is sometimes. Because I had no idea she would come into my life and give me everything I didn’t know I wanted.
