Theo’s intense gaze warmed her inside. “Seriously? When?”
“Are you asking when I’m due or when it happened?”
Caressing her cheek, Theo smirked. “When it happened could be any time in the past month or so. We haven’t exactly been careful.” His eyebrows raised and lowered.
“True.” Her cheeks heated when she realized his parents were standing close enough to overhear. “I’m due end of April.”
“Excellent. It’ll give us time to go on that trip we talked about.”
Theo had been able to arrange a few months furlough during the winter months when Acadia was less busy. Since she’d been practically imprisoned at the estate her whole life, he’d wanted her to see some of what she’d missed. They’d travel some of this country first and then head to Europe.
“We might want to do the overseas part first.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with, pixie. As long as we’re together, that’s all that matters.”
Dan and Laurie edged closer. “I think we’ll head back to the cottage to make sure the food is all set for the party.”
“Thank you so much for everything.” Chelsea hugged her mother-in-law. “You’ve been so wonderful to me.”
“You’ve been wonderful for our son and for Jordan,” Laurie replied. “Congratulations on the next one.”
“I suppose we should head back, also,” Theo said. “Not much of a party without the bride and groom.” His gaze moved up and down her body. “Are you okay to walk all the way back?”
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “I managed to get here by myself. I’m pregnant, not dying. I wouldn’t mind holding my husband’s hand while we go.”
“I can arrange that.”
“I’ll escort young Miss Lapierre,” Rico said, hoisting Jordan into his arms and setting her on the path back to the parking area.
Theo helped Chelsea up, and she turned and stared down at the bench Theo had arranged to have placed here. It was dedicated to Chelsea’s mom. This had been one of her favorite places, too. As her husband took her hand, Chelsea smiled at the inscription on the bench. No truer words had ever been spoken.
A joyful heart is good medicine.