Page 131 of Sterling Heat

“I wasn’t sure, so I went to the doctor earlier. I’m almost two months along.”

“Enya,” I whisper, enthusiastically kissing her before saying, “I want to lay you out on this table to celebrate.”

She giggles against my mouth and pulls back. “I had the same thought the first time I told you I was pregnant.”

I wasn’t Adara’s father then. At least, not quite, but I’m her dad in every way and this announcement is almost as exciting as the first time Enya told me she was pregnant.

Although this time, she’s already mine. No waiting out months. No questioning who the father is. No doubting myself or what I want in life.

I’ll get to experience every stage of this pregnancy and I’m here for it.

My hand falls to her belly and I marvel at the size of my palm over her still flat stomach.

“I think Cookie would make a good name.”

Enya laughs harder, though the sound is watery, and I glance up at her. “Why the tears?”

“I’m just so happy.”

“Me, too, baby.” I’ve never been happier. “Let’s go home.”

Because I want to take my time with her, not just spread her on a bakery table. There are other occasions for those moments. For this one, I want to go to the house we share, where we raise our family.

Together.

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