My mouth dropped open and eyes widened. “Our child?”
He kissed me again, this time deeper, and my knees weakened. But it wasn’t only from the kiss. It was from the excitement sparking through me. Killian wanted a baby.
He drew back and wiped the tear spilling down my cheek. “Can’t promise you I won’t be overprotective. We’re going to have to check school districts for the best ones. And I don’t want to live in the warehouse with the kids. They need to be close to a park or somewhere they can play sports and we should—”
I cupped his cheek. “Killian. You’re going to be an amazing dad. And maybe we can talk about that once I get pregnant.”
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
“Stop kissing your girl. It’s her shot,” Crisis shouted. “You already held up brunch because you were fu—”
“Crisis!” Sophia reprimanded. “Don’t you dare.”
“His ass needs kicking,” Killian said.
I laughed. “It does.”
He grinned. “Be right back, baby.”
THE END