Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“I’m an impatient man.” She snorted at my confession, making me chuckle. “Yeah, I get that it doesn’t come as much of a surprise to you, considering how things went down the night we met. But my impatience was a damn good thing then, just like it is now because we don’t need to wait to find out if you’re pregnant.” I jerked my chin at the test she was holding in a grip so tight her knuckles were white. “All you have to do is pee on that, and then we’ll have confirmation that my swimmers did their job.”

She bit her bottom lip to stifle her giggle while pointing toward the door. “Out.”

“But—”

“Nope. No way.” She shook her head and pushed against my chest. “I don’t care if you’ve licked every part of my body, I’m not going to the bathroom in front of you.”

I wanted to be a part of every step of her pregnancy, but I could understand her reluctance to let me stay for this part. Plus, the pretty blush on her cheeks while she stood firm against me was cute as fuck. “Fine, I’ll stand outside the door. But I’m coming back in as soon as you’re done.”

I captured her lips for another kiss before keeping my promise and stepping outside of the bathroom. She slammed the door shut behind me, and I leaned against the wall next to it until I heard the flush of the toilet. As soon as the sound of her turning on the faucet at the sink to wash her hands hit my ears, I flung the door open again and sidled up behind Addilyn. Wrapping my arms around her body to rest my hands over her belly, I met her eyes in the reflection of the mirror in front of us. “T minus three minutes and counting.” Wagging my brows, I tightened my hold on her. “Maybe we should find a fun way to pass the time.”

Her plump lips curved up in a tiny grin before she turned in my arms to look up at me. “We both know three minutes doesn’t come close to the amount of time we’d need to really have fun. You’re more of a marathon man than a sprinter.”

“Remind me to demonstrate how much fun a quickie can be sometime.” I cupped her cheeks with my palms. “Right before you go on stage would be the perfect time. Maybe I won’t feel quite so possessive over the men in the audience seeing your beauty if you have my ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, and my come leaking out of your pussy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Could you be any more of a caveman?”

“Fuck yeah, I can.” Just the possibility of her being pregnant had me feeling more territorial than usual.

“Why do I have the feeling that if the test turns up positive, I’m about to experience a whole new level of caveman-ness from you?”

“Probably because I’m married to a smart woman.” I grinned at her and jerked my chin in the direction of where she’d left the test sitting on the countertop. “So how about we check to see how soon I get to roar from the rooftops that I knocked up my woman?”

I released her cheeks, and she turned to peer down at the results screen on the test. I felt her body tense up for a moment before she whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

“Fuck yeah, you are,” I shouted as I lifted her up to twirl her around.

“You’re really happy?” she asked after I set her back on her feet. Her eyes held a hint of doubt that I was determined to wipe away.

“Of course, I am.” I claimed her mouth in a deep kiss, groaning in regret when I finally tore my lips from hers. “Why wouldn’t I be thrilled that the woman I love is carrying my baby?”

“You love me?” The concern in her gaze was wiped away and replaced with awe.

“With everything I am.” I pressed her hand against my chest. “From the moment I laid eyes on you and realized you were meant to be mine. And I’m going to love our little one just as much as I do you.”

“I love you, too.” A single tear spilled down her cheek, and I kissed it away. “So very much.”

My wife had finally said the three words I’d been dying to hear from her, and she was carrying my baby. It was the best day of my life, and I knew I had many more just like it to look forward to.EpilogueAddilyn“Nobody wants to watch a whale sing the blues,” I moaned as I waddled into my dressing room.

Knox laughed but sobered quickly when I glared daggers at him. “Baby, you’re an amazing singer. They shouldn’t be focusing on your body anyway.” His expression turned a little smug, and I narrowed my eyes in warning. When he spoke again, it was obvious he’d ignored it. “Honestly, I think I’ll keep you knocked up for a long time since it makes me less crazy to know that every man in the audience can clearly see that you belong to me.”