When Bishop finally pulled back, he cupped my face in his hands. Both of us stood there like two crying fools, but they were tears of happiness.
“You are the most precious thing to me. You, Abby Harris. I love you so much.”
I nodded and reached up onto my toes to kiss him. Bishop deepened the kiss. He started to undo my pants while I worked at his jeans.
A small little bark came from our bedroom, and we both paused what we were doing. Our eyes met and then we both broke into a fit of laughter.
“Holy shit. The dog is training us for the baby,” he said as he swept me up into his arms and carried me to our bedroom where Bishop did indeed go to his happy place…but only after he took the puppy out and played with her, of course.