Heart And Soul (Angel Sands 8)

Everybody in Angel Sands was talking about the Hollywood movie that was about to be filmed in the small town. Word had it that the uber famous Christopher Vaughn had been to visit. Pretty much every single heart was aflutter right now.

“An ad sounds, good. Then everybody will know you’re mine.”

Meghan rolled to her side, and trailed her hand down his stomach. “They already know that.”

She was as crazy about him as he was about her. She’d made that clear. It was almost impossible for them to keep their hands off each other, though they tried for Isla’s sake. Right now she found it cute. Rich was pretty sure that in a few years she’d find it mortifying.

“They do.”

“Yeah.” She pressed her lips against his chest. “And if they don’t, then give it a few months. Then they’ll know for sure.”

“A few months?” He tipped his head to the side, running his fingers through her silky hair. “Why then?”

She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling. “Maybe I won’t be able to hide it then.”

“Hide what?” Was she deliberately being obtuse.

Meghan bit her lip. “I took a test yesterday.”

“What?” Rich sat straight up. They’d talked about adding to their family. Even gone as far as stopping birth control. But he knew these things took time. He was a doctor, after all.

Meghan’s smile was as wide as the ocean. He felt his chest tighten, as he ran his fingers along her jaw. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah. I took another test last night to confirm.”

For a moment he was speechless. Because this was everything he never knew he wanted. For so many years he’d thought he was okay. Being alone, being a brother, a friend, a doctor. But he’d lied to himself because that wasn’t living, it was surviving.

And Meghan was the one who’d shown him what living really looked like.

He blinked back the tears, running his fingers down her chest, marveling at her flat stomach. Beneath her taut skin, their baby was forming. Growing cell by cell. His chest felt full at the thought of it.

“Sweetheart…” he shook his head, because he couldn’t form the words he needed to say.

She smiled at him, her face so full of love it made his heart burst.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her brow. Her and Isla and this tiny little thing inside her.

“I love you, too,” she told him. “So much.”

And that was all they needed. He’d spent half a lifetime telling himself that love led to pain. That he didn’t have enough to give.

But the truth was he had too much. And this woman, laying in his arms, deserved it all. Along with their children and their future.

And he couldn’t wait to give it to them. Every single day of their lives.