Page 85 of Fake Wife

This is a gazillion times more powerful.

“I took a test this morning.”

She’s laughing, her hands at my cheeks, and I’m frozen. I put my hand to her belly, my forehead to hers again. I want to throw her in my arms and kiss her. I want to hold her tight and slide inside of her. I want to cherish her and honor her. I want to be rough and take her against a wall.

There’s too much. Too much emotion. Too much fear.

“Fuck, honey.”

“I know. But it’s happening. I’m pregnant.”

I kiss her. Damn the children still taking care of their horses. I slam my mouth to hers and take her face roughly in my hands, dropping one of my hands back to her stomach.

“Tell me I’ll be a good dad.” I don’t always need her affirmation. Besides Eleanor, she’s the only person in my life to see all the good in me, all the fears I have. I can lay all my insecurity at her feet and not hide a damn thing because she sees through all of it to the truth.

“You’ll be the best dad to ever walk the Earth because you’re the best man I’ve ever known, Corbin Lane.”

“I love you, Mrs. Teagan Lane.”

She smiles, that blinding smile that makes me think of angels and peace and a future with nothing but more children and happiness and family, a home full of love.

Later, when I take her in our bedroom, sliding slowly inside of her and drawing out every beautiful, mewled sound she makes when I make love to her, I tell her all the things I want for our future.

And I thank her, for all the beautiful, crazy things she’s already given me.