Page 140 of The Proposal
What I didn’t know then was the heart behind the heat—the sweetness beneath the sex appeal.
It’s how he charges my phone for me every night because he knows I forget. I notice it when I overhear him talking about me to strangers and when he invites strangers over for dinner because of his wife’s amazing chicken piccata. I see it in the way he takes care of his mother, lets Tate borrow his car, and insists Astrid overtipeveryone.
His heart is as big as …other parts.
Nope. I’ll never get used to him. He’ll overwhelm me in the best ways every day.
“Hey, cutie,” he says, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. It’s barely deep enough to hint at the ideas floating in his head for later.
I hold his cheek in my hand. “Hey, Daddy.”
He laughs. “New kink?”
“You better hope it is.”
Ella and Brock stop talking.
Renn’s forehead pulls together. His brows slowly raise. His eyes grow wider as his mouth falls open.
“Blakely…”
I laugh, my heart swelling in my chest. “Renn…”
He gulps, his eyes dropping to my stomach.
I place a hand over the spot where I assume the little bean is growing.
He raises his eyes to mine, a hopeful sparkle shining brighter than the sun.
“We’re having a baby,” I say softly.
He sucks in a breath, then blows it out in disbelief. It takes a long few seconds for it to settle in. Watching it register is the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.
My eyes fill with happy tears. A slow smile breaks across his face.
“We’re having a baby?” he asks.
I nod.
“Oh, my God. We’re having a baby.” He looks up at Brock and Ella. “We’re having a baby.”
Ella claps. She figured it out before I did, but thankfully kept it a secret … from everyone but Brock.Naturally.
My brother pulls Renn into a big hug, wishing him congratulations while winking at me over my husband’s shoulder. The scene fills me with more happiness, more pure joy than I ever dared to dream for myself.
Renn steps back and takes my hand. “Come on, Mama.”
I giggle and get to my feet. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.” He laughs. “I just want you to myself for a little while.”
He turns me to face him, his face as happy as I feel.
“You get me to yourself for as long as you want me,” I say over the lump in my throat.
“Forever, then.”
“Forever.”
