“I guess not.”
“Great, now stop talking and finish making love to me.”
He drops his head, mouth covering mine, and we move with each other, a slow wave rolling in, building before it crashes down, pulling us both into the sweet, blissful undertow.
Afterward, he rolls us to the side and hitches my leg over his hip. “I can’t believe you told me you want me to knock you up seconds before I was about to come. You can’t say something like that; my brain isn’t working properly when I’m in you like this.”
“Better that you don’t have a chance to overthink, don’t you agree?”
He gives me a look. “If you get pregnant before the next project, we’ll postpone it.”
“Or we can send Hope. She’s been dying to go.” I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it off his forehead. “You’re going to be the most amazing father.”
“And you’re going to be a kickass, sexy momma.” He nuzzles my neck and then pulls back, expression suddenly serious. “You know, Wren, until you came along, I didn’t think love like this was possible.”
I smile up at him. “You just needed someone who could handle how amazing you are.”
“You really are a miracle.” He kisses me softly. “And I’m going to spend every day of our life together making sure you know that’s the unequivocal truth.”