I don’t. Because the way he says those words…I believe him.
“Now,” he says as I’m reveling in that, “what were you so engrossed with when I came in?”
“Engrossed?” I narrow my eyes at him as I surreptitiously tuck my phone behind me. I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous about it—except that planning a nursery seems…real. And despite how great things have been, real seems scary still. “I believe I greeted you the moment you walked through the door.”
“Hmm, likely story.” He reaches forward and snatches my phone.
“Leo!”
“What are you hiding, huh?” His eyes go to the screen and—then flash up to mine, having gone wide. “Cribs?”
I try to play it cool, fail miserably. “I figured I’d turn the office into the baby’s bedroom.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “That’s space is pretty small.”
He’s not wrong. It’s definitely more closet than bedroom. But it’s not like I have a ton of options?—
“What about if you moved in with me?”
“Wh-what?”
“I have extra bedrooms, and with the season starting up, I’ll be on the road a lot. It seems silly for you to be paying rent here while I’m carrying a mortgage on a house I’m barely at.” He shrugs, but I have the feeling he’s bracing as much as I had been a moment before. “Plus, our baby would have plenty of room to grow into.”
Our baby.
Our baby.
Not the baby. Not my baby. But our baby.
“Leo,” I whisper.
“What do you think?”
“I’m scared,” I admit. “And…”
“What?” he asks when I don’t finish that thought.
I’m in love with you.
“I guess we could try,” I whisper instead of saying that out loud.
“Awesome.”
I blink. “Awe?—?”
But I don’t get to finish because then he’s banding his arms around me and kissing me senseless, only releasing me when it feels as though my lungs are going to burst…and every bone in my body has melted.
He touches my cheek, tucks my hair behind my ear. “Yup,” he murmurs. “Awesome.” Then he picks up my phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I slowly come out of the Kiss Fog.
He taps at my phone screen for a couple of moments before glancing up at me. “Ordering the crib.” A beat. “And the matching rocking chair.”
I freeze.
Then melt.
Because yup.
