“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 because I knew one day we’d have a family. But as soon as you said it could start now, something kicked in. Something I didn’t know I had in me.” His hand cupped my breast, exposing my sensitive flesh. If I wasn’t pregnant, 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, too.”
My eyes closed as the timer on my phone beeped.
Damon jerked away and my eyes flew open. I twisted my lips together, pulling my robe back together.
No matter what, a baby was in our future. It didn’t have to be today, I tried to convince myself.
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
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, catching me eying 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.”
“Mmm,” she purred, arching toward me, deepening the kiss. “No. The queen likes it.”
“I think I’m going to turn this into a completely private resort.”
She looked at me. “You can’t be serious.”
I nodded. “Oh, I’m fucking serious. I want my wife all to myself.”
Her nails dug into my back. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
I palmed her stomach. We hadn’t announced the news to anyone yet, but I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Molly pregnant was sexier than I thought possible. And her sexual appetite had exploded. Our honeymoon had been fucking phenomenal.
I returned to my chair, repositioning my sunglasses.
“Have you heard from Sutcliffe this morning?” she asked.
“He sent an addendum with the lodestar.”
She rubbed lotion along her legs. I was mesmerized by her.
“Are the details worked out?”