“Well, the waiting is over.” She waved the cracker. “Not only are you an extremist, but it looks like your sperm are, too.”
“Excuse me?” He blinked, doing his best to process her words. “Are you sure? How can you be sure?”
“I peed on a stick yesterday morning while on charter. I brought another one home to double-check. But this is the fourth morning in a row I’ve gotten sick.”
“I guess morning sex is out of the question.” He swallowed. “A baby?”
She set the box of crackers on the coffee table. She straddled his legs and cupped his face. “I know this wasn’t part of the two-year plan.”
“Nope. It wasn’t.” He gripped her hips. “I can’t believe it.”
“Me either.” She lowered her forehead to his. “This is a big deal. Are you okay with it? It’s going to change everything for us. All the things we thought we could put off deciding for a year or so, we’re going to have to figure out now.”
He splayed his hands across her back. “I’m totally on board with us having a baby, but I don’t see the urgency.”
She opened her mouth, but he hushed it with a quick kiss.
“Seriously. We’re going to have to pick a city. I’m going to need to put in my resignation and—”
“You will do no such thing.” He tapped her nose. “If you want to do a few charters while you’re pregnant and the doctor says it’s okay, then it’s fine with me. You can even do some after. I’m sure I can handle being a full-time dad.”
“I don’t know about after I have this kid, but I would at least like to do the two seasons while I’m pregnant.” She tilted her head and smiled. “Are we actually talking like we’re both very okay with having a family?”
“I think we are.” His heart swelled and tears burned the corners of his eyes. He’d spent his entire life chasing thrills.
But nothing could have prepared him for the adrenaline rush scorching through his system right now after finding out that he was about to be a parent.
It was truly the sensation he’d been searching for since he could remember.
“However, we can’t raise a baby on this boat,” he said. “And while I do have a big beautiful place in Texas, there’s no family there. Most of your family is here in Seattle. We should move here.”
“I’m not selling my boat.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” He laughed. “I’m just saying I don’t think we should live on it, so maybe we should start looking at houses. Perhaps on Whidbey Island near Jag and Callie.”
“You’d leave Texas?”
“It’s too hot in the summer.” He batted her nose. “You know what we should do this weekend?” He jumped to his feet, setting her gently on the sofa. He knelt in front of her. “I’m not doing this right at all, but it’s not like we’ve been conventional about anything.”
“What are you babbling about?”
“Let’s get married.”
Her jaw dropped open. “Seriously?”
“Why not? And don’t tell me you want a church wedding with the white dress because I know you, Darcie Bowie. That’s the last thing you’d want.”
“You’re right about that.”
“We can get married right here and then sail off to our honeymoon. What do you say? Shall we sail away?”
She took his chin with her thumb and forefinger. “You don’t even really know how to sail.”
“So teach me.”
“I love you, Reid.”
“Let’s live the dream. Together.”
