“Twenty or th-thirty?” Those blue eyes go huge.
I shrug. “If everything you’ve told me about your family is true, you’re going to be giving me babies for a while.”
Her eyes soften again. “Giving you babies,” she echoes, sounding kind of awed. I smile. It does sound pretty awesome. Her gaze shifts down, and I know she’s looking at my dimples when she smiles, too.
“You mean it,” Millie says, sounding surprised, but also, I note, sure.
I nod. “I mean it.” But she’d better say yes. I’m ready to hear it. “So, what do you s—”
She grabs the front of my shirt with both hands and yanks me close. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” The lastyeslands on my lips right before hers do. She kisses me, and then I grab her behind her neck and at her hips, and I’m kissing her. Millie opens her knees, and I edge between them, tugging her closer, lungs pumping, pulse pounding, heart soaring.
When lips, tongues, and even teeth have had their fill and we are in danger of profaning my grandmother and brother’s shared bathroom, I get us to our feet and smooth out Millie’s clothes while she smooths out mine.
“Should we go down and tell them?” she asks, blushing.
“You mean if they’re not all listening with their ears pressed to the door?”
She gasps.
“I’m kidding.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“But they’re probably all at the foot of the stairs.” This time I’m not teasing. We’re talking about Mami and Aunt Lucinda. Not to mention Emmett, the little sneak.
I move toward the door, but Millie grabs my wrist. “I know what you said,” she says before bending down to the waste basket. “But we’re probably going to need this.” She retrieves the pregnancy test.
I take the box from her, gently this time, and tuck it into her purse. “Keep it. But I don’t want you taking it until after we’re married.”
Millie looks at me like I’m crazy. “Wait.What?”
“Let’s get married first. Then take the pregnancy test.”
“Um, Luc.” She grabs my elbow, still wearing theyou’re-crazylook. “That would have to bereallysoon to—”
“Do you need a big, fancy wedding?” If she does, I’ll give it to her. Whatever she wants.
Millie wrinkles her nose. “God, no. I don’t have time for that.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and cinch her close. “So we do it soon. The kids’ll be off for Christmas break. We’ll do it then.”
“Where?” she asks, frowning.
I shrug again. “We could do it here. You know my family has the food covered.” I smile at her, picturing it. “Mattie could play the piano. Harry could give you away. Emmett could be my best man.”
Her mouth falls open. “You’d do that?”
I grin. What wouldn’t I do for her? For them? “Sure.”
She shakes her head. “What about Alex? Or your friend Cesar?”
Millie hasn’t met Cesar, but I’ve told her about him. That’ll be on my Daily Three tomorrow. Introduce Millie to Cesar.
“They’ll both be cool about it,” I reassure her.
“Mrs. Chen can play the piano,” she says, her eyes shining. “I’ll ask Mattie to be my maid of honor.”
I nod. “That works.” Another idea strikes. “And the kids can stay here while we go on a honeymoon.”
