“Okay, then. A girl, it is.” Travis turned to Willow. “You hear that, Mom? We’re having a girl.”
Willow laughed. “Well, we’ll see. In about seven and a half months.”
Travis’s smile slowly faded, and he paled. “You mean...we.” He waved his hand back and forth between them. “We’re, you and I...we’re...having a baby?”
Willow nodded, but her smile never faded. “Yup, as our daughter would say. We’re having a baby.”
Travis whooped, lifting Willow into his arms.
She put her hands on his shoulders.
He swung her around in circles. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. Not only do I have the most beautiful wife and daughter, but now I’ll have a new little one to spoil.”
Willow dropped her head back and laughed, fully trusting her new husband would not drop her or hit anything or anyone.
Mindy laughed.
Tanner, the ever-present good date, lifted Mindy and swung her around like Travis did Willow.
As far as Willow was concerned, this was the best way to celebrate her marriage. Laughing and dancing all around.
“Let me go, you crazy man.”
“Never. I will never let you go.” Travis slowly lowered her to the ground and wrapped her in his arms. “You’re mine forever, Willow Morgan.”
Her heart overflowed with happiness. “There’s no place else I’d rather be than with you...forever. I love you, Travis.”
He leaned down. “I love you, Willow.” His lips found hers and the kiss exploded on her lips like a volcano. Hot to the core.
When they finally broke apart, Willow leaned back and took Travis’s face between her palms. “When can we leave?”
He waggled his eyebrows before grinning. “Any time you want, my love.”
“Now. Now would be good.”
Travis released her, then spoke quietly to Tanner and then to Mindy.
Tanner smiled.
Mindy hugged him and then her mother.
“See you in two weeks.” Willow smoothed her hand over Mindy’s cheek. “I love you, my girl. Be good for Grandma and Grandpa Adams.”
She nodded. “I will. Have fun, Mom.”
“You’re so grown-up. When did my little girl turn into a young woman?”
“I don’t know.” Mindy wrapped her arms around Willow’s waist. “I love you, Mom.”
Willow hugged her back. “I love you, too.” She struggled to get the words out over the lump in her throat. Misty tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
Travis took Willow’s hand and led her out of the reception.
“Do you think anyone will miss us?” she asked as he started the Mustang.
“Nah, the reception will go on for hours.” He pulled the car out of the country club parking lot and headed down the winding, two-lane road.
Willow sat back and smiled. This was her day, her wedding day, her finding out she’s expecting day.