Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

I still wanted a map to get to the kitchen.

“Should we look?” he pressed.

“Thirty seconds.” I held up my phone to show him the timer. “Almost time.”

“Fuck. Someone needs to invent something that works faster.”

I giggled. “That is insane. You can’t wait three minutes to find out if you’re going to be a father?”

He shot a cutting glare at me.

“Sorry.” I bit my lip. It was comical how antsy he had become. I was used to him pacing because of the cabinet or the family. But this was different. It was adorable.

He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Damon, it might not be positive.” I tried to steady him. I didn’t want him to be disappointed if there was only one line on the stick.

He finally stopped making a track in front of the bed. He tugged the tie on my silk robe, pushing the fabric off my shoulder.

“Then, we’ll make sure the next one is.”

“You’re serious?” I gulped.

“I’m serious. This morning I asked you to marry me knowing that one day we’d have a family. But as soon as you said it could start now, it’s like a switch flipped. Something turned on. Something I didn’t know I had in me.” His hand cupped my breast, exposing my sensitive flesh. If I wasn’t pregnant, then I had no idea what was going on with my hormones. Every touch sent me over the edge.

I moaned as he lowered his head to my nipple. “I want you to have my baby, Molly.”

I nodded, loving the sensations. “I want to have your baby, Damon.”

My eyes closed just as the timer on my phone beeped.

Damon jerked away and my eyes flew open. I twisted my lips together, pulling my robe back on.

No matter what, a baby was in our future. It didn’t have to be today, I tried to convince myself. There was time. We had plenty of time to plan a future together.

We walked into the bathroom. I reached for the stick.

“Well?” he asked. He was about to jump out of his skin.

I grinned. I turned it so he could see the two pink lines. “I’m pregnant.”

Epilogue

Damon

I pulled the sunglasses to the edge of my nose. I drank in the long legs on the chaise next to me. I followed her sun-kissed skin up her thighs and along the small swell of her belly, stopping at her full breasts, spilling from the pink bikini top. Damn, she was gorgeous carrying my baby.

She reached into the beach bag between us. She looked up and caught me eyeing every inch of her.

“Are you checking me out?” she teased.

“I can’t help it if my wife is hot as fuck, can I?”

“Shh,” she hushed me. “We aren’t the only people at this resort. You are a royal scandal waiting to happen.”

I climbed off my chair and straddled hers, sending her into a fit of giggles. “Damon, stop. You can’t do that.” She swatted at me, sliding under me with slippery oiled skin.

I laughed. “Does the queen object to this?” I lowered my mouth to hers. “I can show you a real scandal.”