Page 63 of Unbreak Me
“She’s so darn cute,” he smiles.
“Yes, she is.” He takes my phone and texts the picture to himself before setting it back on the counter. “You’re wearing my favorite dress,” he nuzzles my neck, and I hear him breathe in my scent. His hands come up and cups my ass, bringing me against his hard body.
I smile against his chest, pleased that he remembers. “I am. I’m glad you kept it.”
“Not a single part of me could have gotten rid of it. You look just as beautiful as I remember you in it.” His tongue comes out to taste my neck before his lips place a soft kiss on my skin. “Almost good enough to eat as the roast sitting on the table.”
“I’m so glad I’m up there with a pot roast,” I giggle.
I hear him chuckle against me. “We both know what my favorite meal is, and it’s not on that table.” He takes a soft bite of my flesh and presses me against the front of his dark jeans.
“I like that answer better,” I whisper, closing my eyes as my body bends to his words. “As much as I want to be your main course right now, you’ve got to be starving for some real food. Let’s get you fed first, and then I have a surprise for you.” I pull his hand toward the table.
“Does the surprise involve you naked in any way?”
“In a way, it does,” I laugh. I definitely was naked when it happened.
“Then let’s eat so I can get to my surprise,” he grins and loads his plate.
We talk about our day as we enjoy the meal. I have a hard time concentrating as he eats. He still has his black hat on backward from working on cars all day, and it’s always been my weakness since I first met him. Even though his hair isn’t very long, it’s long enough to fall near his eyes, so he likes to have it secure when he’s busy at work. I watch his full lips take another bite, and his eyes close briefly as he savors the taste. I love thathe enjoys my cooking. Once we move into a bigger place with a full kitchen, I look forward to a lot more dinners like this.
Sitting on the bed later, the nerves start to kick in as he steps into the bedroom. I cleaned the kitchen while he was showering, needing to keep busy, but now my hand nervously plays with the hem of my dress. The small gift bag sits on the bed next to me, and he eyes it as he walks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed.
“What’s this?” He smiles and points to the bag.
“Your surprise.” I pick it up and hand it to him. He grins and takes it from me. He pulls out the small pink t-shirt and holds it up with the front facing me.
“I think you got the wrong size,” he laughs.
“It’s for Ryland, you goof. Turn it around.”
He turns it around and reads the writing on the front. His eyes dart to mine.
“Does this mean…?” He hesitates, and I nod my head. Pulling out the pregnancy test from the pocket of my dress, I hand it to him. He drops the shirt and reads the word on the front.
Pregnant.
“Are you sure?” His eyes are full of love as he stares at me, but underneath, hope and excitement are weaving their way in.
“I’m sure. I went to a walk-in clinic today to pee in a cup. I’m pregnant, Ryder. You’re going to be a daddy again.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
RYDER
Ilunge at her and silence her laugh with a kiss. My fingers dive into her hair as my mouth moves against her. I feel so much love in this moment that I don’t even notice the tears that mix with hers as I break away.
I drop to the floor in front of her, and with my heart in my throat, I lay my head against her stomach as I grip the sides of her dress.
“I’m going to be with you every step of the way as you grow, little one. I’m going to take such good care of you and your momma,” I whisper the words to another part of my heart that now belongs to another…the same words I have whispered to Ryland.
I feel her hands weave through my damp hair and close my eyes to the sensation. Placing a kiss on her stomach, she grabs my hands and pulls me up to her. I crawl over her as she backs up until her head rests on the pillow. I see the pink t-shirt and smile atbig sisterwritten on the front.
“I thought she could wear it when we tell your family. See how long it takes them to figure it out,” she grins up at me.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” My thighs press against hers as I cage her in on all fours.
“We’re going to have another baby,” she whispers.
