“Hi,” he said, his grin sweet and hot
and amused.
Gypsy sighed. “Hi.”
He kissed her, long and slow and deep. A kiss that infused her with love and joy. And when he pulled back, his gaze was serious. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s wrong? Your insides are so tangled up, I’m surprised you can breathe.”
Emotion welled up inside her, and she started to cry again.
“Jesus, Gypsy.” He tilted her head back to look into her eyes. “You’re scaring me.”
Gypsy licked the tears from her lips. “I have to tell you something.”
The concern in his expression turned to dread. “I’m listening.”
She pulled in a breath, and her throat locked. He stood there, stone still and hyper focused, waiting patiently for her to get her shit together.
“I’m sorry… I just need to tell you…” The words slid into their place in line to pass through her lips, and she started crying again. “I’m…pregnant.”
Saying the words brought reality crashing around her, and she sagged against the wall, exhaling heavily.
Wyatt didn’t speak for a long moment, and emotions eddied through her chest like the silver ball in a pinball machine. “Is that all?”
She met his gaze with disbelief. “What do you mean is that all? I’m barely holding my shit together as it is. Bringing a baby into this existing chaos is—”
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” Wyatt cut her off with a conviction so strong, her breath stuttered.
Her tears stopped, and the turbulence inside her calmed. “It is?”
He broke into a grin so bright, it could have powered the entire house. “Most definitely.” He combed all ten fingers into her hair with excitement and joy sparking in his beautiful eyes. “Oh my God, a baby. Our baby. That’s… That’s… Amazing.”
Gypsy’s head clouded again. She hadn’t expected him to be so happy, though she didn’t know why.
His expression slowly darkened with concern. “Isn’t it? I mean…you don’t look like you think this is amazing.”
“I just… I know we talked about having another, just not this soon.”
“Is that all you’re worried about? Timing?”
She had to scour her mind for the answer. “Yeah.” The waters calmed a little more, and tension eased from her body. “Yeah, I guess…” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “I guess my hormones…” She closed her eyes, shook her head, and let out a sound that she couldn’t identify as a laugh or a cry. “I’m just…”
“Overwhelmed.”
She dropped her hand. “Yeah.”
He kissed her. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get someone to come help out when I’m gone.” She pulled in a breath, but Wyatt cut her off with “Don’t even think about arguing.”
She exhaled instead.
“And when I’m home,” he said, his gaze intent and on hers, “I’m home, sugar. I’m right here. I’m all in.”
Hope sparked in the muddled malaise inside her. “Yeah?”
“Hell, yeah.”