Page 102 of Only For You
“I don’t get it.”
Tears threatened to spill over again. I was only a few weeks pregnant, and I hadn’t had any symptoms yet, but I’d cried more today than I had in the last ten years. It must have been the hormones.
“I’m pregnant, babe.”
“You’re… what?”
Will’s eyes dropped to my stomach. It was still flat underneath the layers of gossamer and lace and tulle, and I chuckled.
“I’m pregnant.”
His beautiful face split with a familiar grin, and though his dimple flashed, his eyes grew glassy. Then he kissed me. He held my face between his two hands, as gently as he’d hold glass, and kissed me. A slow, reverent connection that was careful and devoted and desperate all at once. It went on, a testament to what we meant to each other. Best friends. Lovers. Husband and wife. Parents.
Soul mates.
“Come on, Daddy.” I tightened my hold around his neck, tipping backwards onto the bed and taking him with me. “Let’s celebrate.”
