She nodded, grinning. “I’m sort of out-numbered around here. I need backup.”
“Then I hope she’s a pretty as you, but as tough as me.” I winked. I would have a heart attack trying to keep the guys off her, but I’d do it.
“Do you know how amazing you’re going to be with a baby?” she asked.
“A baby. I can’t believe we made a baby.”
“I kind of knew it was going to happen. There was no way that IUD was going to hold out with the kind of sex we had.”
“That’s right.” I felt some kind of insane male pride, knowing I had given her a baby. We had loved each other so much this baby was coming into the world. “When did you start to think you might be pregnant?” I asked.
“I started feeling differently. It was just this gut feeling. I knew it was going to be positive before I even took the test. I’m so glad you’re not freaked out.”
I brushed the hair off her shoulder. “I didn’t say I wasn’t freaked out.” I grinned. “But I’m fucking happy. I bought that ring two weeks ago. I wanted to give it to you every night since then.”
“It’s hard to wait, isn’t it?”
My hand moved back to her breasts. God, they were bigger than they had been. How had I not seen it before now. She looked incredible.
“Marry me, Jules.”
“I said yes.”
“I know. But I want it to happen as soon as possible. New Year’s Eve?”
Her eyes widened. “That’s in six days.”
I nodded. “It is. But I can’t wait.”
“You want to get married in the middle of playoffs while I’m pregnant?”
I tugged on the tie on her robe, letting it fall to the side. Her chest heaved with a giant breath. She was carrying my baby. I was in love with her. We were going to adopt Hunter together.
“Yes. Marry me.”
She nodded.
“New Year’s Eve sounds perfect.” Her eyes closed as my hands explored the newness of her pregnant body. I growled with lust.
“Did you ever think we’d end up here?”
“No. Honestly never.” She moaned as I plucked at her sensitive nipples.
I wanted to shred that plaid robe from her and take her now. Love her like she deserved. Fill her with pleasure and joy. Give her the most incredible fucking Christmas of her life.
“Think he’ll notice if we’re gone a few more minutes?” I waggled my eyebrows.
She sighed. “Yes. Delayed gratification is going to have to be your aphrodisiac today,” she teased.
“It’s going to kill me,” I groaned.
She held up the rock on her hand. “We have time, right?”
“We do.”
“We are forever. Merry Christmas.” She leaned into me and I devoured her lips as if they were made from pure honey.
I don’t know how it happened. How a guy like me. A guy who had made every wrong decision at every turn. Ended up with this perfect woman. With a son. With a baby on the way. But I did. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to screw it up.