Page 122 of The Merger
“We’re having a baby.” I sigh, chuckling in disbelief. “That sounds … weird.”
“It sounds amazing. But, it would sound even better if I could say thatmy wifewas having our baby.”
I still, unblinking.
“Let’s pull a total merger and get married.”
“I think you’re in shock …”
He rolls over onto his side and props his head up with his palm. “I almost told you that I loved you in your shower. I’ve been thinking about it but didn’t want to scare you, and I’ve been praying about telling you and knowing when the time is right.”
“Really?”
“This is the first time in my life when it all makes sense,” he says. “The past, the present, the future. It just all makes so much sense.”
I snuggle against him, closing my eyes and letting the tension evaporate from my body. “You’re right.”
“About what?”
“Everything. My whole life makes sense now. It was all to prepare me to be Mrs. Gannon Brewer.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” He blows out a breath and hauls me on top of him. “You were killing me.”
“Oh, like you thought there was a chance I’d say no.”
He blinks. “Carys, I can never predict you.”
“That’s funny.”
“Why?”
I reach between us and palm his cock. “Because you can always predict when I’m about to come.”
He slides his hands under my shirt, massaging my breasts. “I predict you’re going to come within the hour. Multiple times, in fact.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He flips me onto my back and kisses me. And while there’s a lot to think about and a lot of decisions to be made, I welcome the distraction. Because with Gannon on my side, I know I’m in good hands.
Literally and figuratively.
Apparently, forever.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gannon
I lay my notepad on my lap and sigh.
Rain pummels the house in a steady downpour. It’s the perfect white noise to think—much better than the classical shit that Gray always puts on in the car. I close my eyes and listen to the storm mingle with Carys’s soft snores.
After a day that should’ve left me reeling, I’m remarkably … not.
Not rushing to sleep to prepare for tomorrow.
Not bothered by next week’s schedule.
Not panicked that in nine months, I’ll be a father.
