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“I—I think so, yes,” I whisper. “Is that… is that okay?”
“Okay? It’s better than okay. It’s fucking awesome!’ he bursts out, a broad smile on his handsome face. “It’s what I’ve been hoping and praying for from the first time I was inside you. Making you pregnant. Making you my wife. Keeping you with me, always.”
The last of my fears trickle away at his words. “Thank God. I was so scared.” I sob, fresh tears rolling down my face. “I know we’re moving at light speed, but I’ve never had anything that feels this right in my life, notever, until you came along.”
“We’re not your parents, Daisy,” he says softly, kissing away my tears. “If we’ve made a baby together, it’s a child who will be a product of our love. And any children we have will always know how much they’re loved. They won’t ever be left in any doubt about how much we wanted them.”
“We’re having more than one, huh?” I tease, running my hands over his muscular back.
“I was thinking three or four,” he grins.
“Maybe we should see if I’m pregnant first,” I suggest.
“You didn’t take a test?”
I shake my head. “I wanted to wait and take it with you. Talking of—" I extricate myself from his arms and get to my feet, retrieving the three pregnancy tests I have stashed away ready in my purse and waving them at him.
Dray raises an eyebrow. “Three?”
I nod. “We have to be sure.”
“Okay, sweet thing. Go pee on those sticks,” he grins.
As it turns out, only one of those pregnancy tests is needed.
Bonus Epilogue
Drayton
Five Years Later
I look up as my wife strolls into my office with our daughters, Lexie and Mabel. Lexie, our two-year-old, is sound asleep in her pushchair, but Mabel, our eldest at four, comes flying towards me.
“Daddy!” shrieks, holding out her arms to be picked up.
I lift her onto my lap, hugging her close and kissing the top of her head. “Hey, Pumpkin! How was school?”
“Good. Liam carried my satchel for me at recess.”
My eyes fly to my wife. “Who’s Liam?”
Daisy rolls her eyes at my protective tone. “Calm down, baby. He’s one of Mabel's friends. You know how we encouraged her to make friends now she’s at big school.”
“Not fwiend. Boyfwiend,” Mabel corrects. “We’re going to get married when we’re all growed up.”
I look down at my daughter with a raised eyebrow. “I thought we agreed you were only going to make friends with girls.”
Mabel shrugs. “I like Liam. He gave me a lollypop. See?” she asks, holding it up still in its wrapper. “Mommy said I can’t have it until after dinner.”
I look at Daisy again. “He’s using the candy trick already?”
Daisy chuckles and shakes her head. I know I’m protective of my girls. God knows I’d lay my life down for any of them without hesitation.
“Hey, baby,” Daisy says, moving close to claim a kiss, her hand cupping my face and rubbing my beard.
“Hey, sweet thing,” I murmur against her mouth.
My hand drops to her stomach, where she’s carrying our third child, a boy. She’s only four months along, but she’s showing earlier this time, and I fuckinglove it. Love that everyone can see she’s carrying my baby.
