Now, Paige’s cheeks were bright red in excitement. In fact, she looked so eager to see the baby he rather liked the idea of making one with her tonight. He imagined her swelled with his child and his erection swelled in response at the thought of planting his seed inside the woman he loved.
“What about if we were to have a baby? Would you feel like that?” she asked him. Her eyes glowed as she studied him, her fingers curling into the front of his shirt.
“I thought we weren’t ready for babies yet.” Hope rose within him, but he batted it down. She wore the diamond around her neck, the pendant he’d given her the night of the fashion gala, and it filled him with pride to see it lying against her skin.
He most preferred to see her wearing that necklace and nothing else…
“I thought I wasn’t either. But sometimes, life delivers you a little surprise.” She smiled and he thought he might burst apart at her news. Wait. So…for real? She was pregnant?
“You’re serious?” He could hardly contain himself and felt too big inside his skin.
She nodded, her eyes shining with tears.
“You’re—pregnant.” He could hardly get the words out—he couldn’t believe what she was saying.
Paige nodded again, standing up on tiptoe so she could kiss him. “Are you happy?” she asked, her mouth against his.
“Paige.” Matteo closed his eyes for a moment and held her to him, breathing into her and she laughed. “I’m so happy I can hardly speak.” He slipped a hand down to her belly, caressing her still flat stomach. “A baby.”
“Yes. A baby. It’s like a miracle.” She sighed as he caressed her middle. God, he was consumed with so much love for her, he could hardly stand it.
“It’s our miracle,” he whispered as he pulled away from her, her hand grasped in his. “Let’s go see the baby. And tell everyone there’s going to be another one joining her in…”
“Seven months, give or take.” Paige beamed at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, bella. More than you’ll ever know.”