His eyes widen. Mine probably do too. My heart is thudding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
“What?” he says.
“What?” I echo.
Silence.
Then he lets out a breath, dragging a hand down his face. “You…you first.”
My throat feels dry. “No, you—”
“Millie,” he cuts in, his voice gentle but firm. “Tell me.”
I swallow, my fingers twisting in my lap. “I found out a few days ago. I took three tests because I thought the first one had to be wrong. But they were all the same.”
I keep my gaze steady despite my shaking voice.
“I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know if you’d…if you’d think it was too soon. Or if you’d feel trapped. Or—” I can’t finish. Tears blur my vision. “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something earlier, but I was scared.”
His chair scrapes loudly against the floor, and before I can react, Wilder is in front of me, dropping to his knees. My breath catches as he gently cradles my face in his hands.
“Hey. Look at me.”
I do. His eyes are bright and fierce, warm emotions swirling in their depths.
“Are you happy?”
The question surprises me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m terrified, but…yes, I’m happy.”
Something breaks open in his expression.
A wide, disbelieving smile spreads across his face. “Then that’s all that matters.”
Relief hits me so hard my shoulders sag.
“You’re not…upset?”
“Upset?” He lets out a short laugh. “Millie, I’m—” His voice roughens. “I’m the happiest man alive right now.”
My chest squeezes painfully.
“Really?”
“Really.” He presses his forehead to mine. “You’re carrying my child. Our family. I never imagined I’d ever get something like this.”
Tears spill down my cheeks.
I laugh through them. “Okay. Good. Because if you’d reacted badly, I might’ve stabbed you with that fork.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, then his expression becomes serious, his eyes boring intently into mine.
“Now…you.” My breath hitches. “You were serious?”
He leans back slightly, reaching into his pocket, and brings out a small velvet box.
My heart literally stops and picks up again at an impossible rate. He opens the box. The ring catches the light, delicate and beautiful and perfect. My hand flies to my mouth.
