“I could smell it the other day,” he adds, his voice rough.“Soon as I woke up.”
I stare at him.
Then down at my stomach.
Then back at him.
“You’re serious?”
He nods.
My heart races, my thoughts spinning so fast that I can barely keep up.Another baby, another piece of us.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper, a laugh bubbling up through my shock.“Knox?—”
He’s already moving, pulling me up with him.His hands frame my face, his forehead pressing against mine.
“You’re pregnant,” he repeats, like he still can’t quite believe it.“We’re having another baby.”
Tears prick at my eyes.Happy, overwhelming, perfect tears.
“We’re having another baby,” I echo.
He kisses me then, softly at first, then deeper, like he’s pouring everything he feels into it.When he pulls back, his hands slide down, resting on my stomach, already protective, already claiming.
“My mate,” he murmurs.“Giving me everything.”
My chest tightens, love swelling so big it almost hurts.“I thought you said you weren’t hiding anything,” I tease weakly.
His mouth curves.“I wasn’t hiding it.”
“Oh, really?”
“I was waiting,” he corrects.“Wanted to make sure you felt it too.”
I shake my head, laughing through my tears.“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.”
A beat of silence, then?—
“I got you something,” he says.
I blink.“What?”
He straightens, suddenly looking a little guilty, which is never a good sign.
“Knox,” I say, the warning clear in my tone.
“It’s outside.”
“Whatis outside?”
He hesitates.
Our daughter gasps.“Is it a puppy?”
“No, not a puppy,” he says quickly, grabbing my hand.“Come on.”
