“Do you remember the night we met out here?” She arched her back, pushing her breast into my hand.
“Mm-hmm.” I nuzzled her neck.
“Do you remember what I said?” Miranda moaned softly as I bit her.
“Yep.” I opened my mouth and sucked on the place where her neck and shoulder meet, then pulled back, making a popping sound. “You said I was going to be a dad.”
“You are.” She nuzzled my neck.
“I am.” My tongue traced her neck up to her ear and her hands moved between us, working on my jeans.
You are.
I pushed myself up off her. “I. Am.” I enunciated both words and watched her face as she nodded. “Again?”
“Yep.”
“We’re pregnant?”
“Technically, I am, but I can share.”
I heard what she was saying, but what was she really saying?
“We’re …”
“Uh-huh.”
Holy. Hell. We’re gonna have a baby.
“Am I hurting you?” I tried to move off of her.
“Henry, if you don’t fuck me senseless, you’ll be the one who’s hurting.”
“Fuck. I get to be with you through all the body changes, cravings…”
“Mood swings.” She laughed. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am, Mrs. Walsh.” I lowered myself back to her, covering her lips with mine.