Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I thought my heart stopped for a second. “Holy shit, baby.”

She laughed. “Please tell me you aren’t freaking out.”

“I am definitely freaking out.” I pulled her against my chest, brushing my lips over hers. “But I’m happy. I can’t believe it.”

Her eyes flickered with the beginning of tears. “Really? You’re ok?”

I cupped her breast. “How could I not be ok with it? You’re having my babies.”

I sought her mouth again, pushing my tongue inside. She tasted sweet like cinnamon. She moaned as I dipped her toward the bed.

“And there’s something else.” Her eyes followed mine.

“What?”

“I know the genders.”

I swallowed. “Tell me.”

She twisted her lips together. “We’re having a boy and a girl.”

I saw the light in her eyes.

I pulled her under me. “God, I love you.” Her lips parted as I kissed her. I grabbed her tit, rubbing it under my palm. She whimpered sweetly.

“No. No. We have to walk over for dinner. You have to stop.” She tried to catch her breath. “But when they open these boxes, they’re going to know, and I just…you’re ok? With all of this?”

“Baby, where is your ring?” I lifted her land hand.

“Why?”

“Get it.”

She stood from the bed and opened her carry on. I took it from her and it slid it over her knuckle.

“But they’ll see it.”

I shook my head. “You and I are in this together. Completely. My babies are growing inside you. You’re going to be my wife. And these are the last few seconds that we have that secret. You are going to marry me.”

She nodded. “I am.”

I grabbed her ass and brought her against me. “Then let’s go tell the Sinclaires.” I waggled my eyebrows. “You look hot in that dress.” I winked. “Come on, I can see your mom peeking out the kitchen window. I hope Grayson didn’t tear down her gingerbread house.”

Kaitlyn threaded her fingers through mine. I’d never felt her hold my hand so tightly. We made the short walk to the house and hurried inside out of the cold.

I whispered in her ear just before we walked inside. “It’s you and me, baby. It always will be.”

Kaitlyn crossed the kitchen to give her mom a hug.

“I love your dress.”

Moira had on a dark emerald cocktail gown that stopped above the knee. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and I noticed the bling on her ears.

“Wait, are those new?” Kaitlyn pointed to the earrings.

“Yes. What do you think? Your father just surprised me with them.” She shifted her blond hair so we could see the diamonds.

“Wow. Dad did great.”