Must Be Wright (The Wrights 3)

“So, you’re happy about it?”

He exhaled, slid his arms around her in a bear hug, and lifted her off her feet. “No, sugar, I’m ecstatic.” He put her down and pulled back with so much awe filling his eyes. “Good God. A baby. This is fucking fantastic.”

His joy was infectious, pushing out all Gypsy’s fears. She melted against him and tilted her head back to press a kiss to his lips. “I love you so damn much.”

He stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek. “I love you more, sugar. I love you more.”