Page 115 of Take My Kiss
“Hell no.” I roll over, taking her with me, and slam my mouth to hers.
We didn’t exactly use protection, so I can’t say I’m all that shocked.
“Wait, are you?”
Her words from not long ago about her ex leaving her knocked up and homeless ring through my mind, so I can understand why she’d be wary.
She blinks a few times, chewing her bottom lip. “I don’t know. So much is happenin’ and so fast, I’m still processin’.”
“That’s understandable. Take as much time as you need.” I kiss her forehead. “But I’m here for whatever you need or want me to do. I’m not goin’ anywhere, darlin’.”
“I know.” She sighs playfully. “Always so perfect.”
“Yes, you are.” I wink, and she rolls her eyes. “When can you take a test?”
“Technically, five days before my period, but I’d rather wait until I miss it. It can be an emotional rollercoaster continuously testin’, so if I don’t get it, then at least I’ll be mentally prepared when I do test.”
I lower my palm to her belly and tear up at the image of her swollen stomach. “Would it freak you out if I said I like the idea of you carryin’ my baby? All cute and waddlin’ ’round the house or seein’ a little one in your arms. Fuck, now I wanna knock you up if you aren’t already.”
She arches a brow. “Do you have a breedin’ kink I should’ve known ’bout? At this rate, I’m gonna need to make a list of all your obsessions.”
I pin her against the mattress, towering above so I can kiss her again. “When it comes to you, my obsession has no limits. I’ve wanted you and this for so long, I don’t care how crazy it makes me look ’cause I know what we have is real.”
Hell, I’d propose right now if I weren’t concerned about scaring her away. Even I know that’s too fast, but mark my words, I’m going to make her my wife.
“This is where I’d start freakin’ out that I’m lettin’ history repeat itself and should be more guarded, so I don’t make the same mistakes, but for the first time, this feelsright. And I’m not gonna allow myself to second-guess or sabotage what’s happenin’ between us.”
My heart sings with relief. “Thank God. Would be a shame to have to do joint custody for real.”
She snorts. “Knowin’ my kids, they’d rather live with you anyway.”
“Only ’cause Remy’s here.”
We both laugh, and I spend the next several minutes kissing her lips, neck, and stomach.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Even if she says it’s too soon to know, I don’t need a positive test to know she is. I feel it.
When morning comes, I’m in the best mood, and don’t bother sneaking out this time. If the kids see us, there’s no reason to hide it now.
Which means I can officially tell my family. Not like they’ll be surprised, but it’ll be nice not to hide it.
I help Lily pick out clean clothes and try to tame her tangled hair, but I’m still learning how to do it. Once I wet the brush and work through the ends, it goes smoother.
“There. How’s that?” I ask once it’s up in a half ponytail.
It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s the first time she’s let me do her hair. Usually, she waits until Amelia can do it, but I wanted to let her sleep in today.
“Good!” she squeals, smiling at her reflection. “I need a pink bow.”
“Oh, okay…let’s see if I can find it.”
I dig through the basket of her things until I see one. Then, I clip it above the hair tie and tighten her pony.
“Beautiful.” I beam. “Like it?”
“Mm-hmm! Thanks, daddy!” She hops down from the stool, and I’m left speechless.
