Until today, I thought the happiest day of my life was our wedding day. Not even the NHL Draft could compare to marrying Taylor. She’s my everything, my world, and now we’re about to have a family.
Neither of us had to sacrifice our dreams to be together. It’s been a partnership from the start. We worked together every step of the way, and because of that, I know we can navigate any obstacles life throws at us.
Unable to contain my excitement, I lift her off the desk, her feet dangling in the air and smacking my shins. “We’re having a baby,” I say, almost in tears.
“And to think all of this was possible because of your dirty mind and one too many dick pics.” She laughs on my shoulder, and I lower her enough to smack a kiss on her lips.
“Speaking of dick pics…” I set her on the floor and wiggle my eyebrows at her. “I could still use some medical attention. I hear you can die from blue balls.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “No, you can’t.” Taylor glances to my left to check behind me. “But since no one is around, I think Dr. Donovan can see you now.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth, and then I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, stealing her last breath like I need it to survive. Because I do.