Page 331 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Pregnant, it flashed.

She was still trying to figure out a way to tell John and not surprise him, so to speak. She knew it was going to be practically fucking impossible. There could be no cute reveal that she secretly recorded, and then posted for the world to see. There could be no baby shoes in a gift box for him to open and be surprised.

None of that could happen.

She had to take away that element of shock so that this did not feel as though something John was not ready for in the first place.

Easier said than done.

Children had been his one sore topic for years. Not because he didn’t want to be a father, but because she knew he worried that he was going to pass on the same genetics that had been given to him. Whatever it was in his DNA that left him with a disorder that clouded and colored his life, thoughts, and emotional processing a little bit differently than everyone else.

It didn’t matter.

Children had always been non-negotiable for her. And she knew without a doubt that John would be the best father.

There was nothing wrong with him. There had never been anything wrong with him. Just like their children—nothing would ever be wrong with them, either. Regardless, they would be perfectly them. Little babies made by people who loved each other, and would love them.

They would have kids.

It was simply when.

Siena figured that time was now.

“John?”

“Hmm?”

He leaned over the top of her, and kissed the top of her head. In the vanity, her smile grew the longer his kiss lingered against the top of her head.

John’s fingers tangled into the waves of her hair, and held firm. “Love you.”

Siena reached up and patted his cheek—three day scruff tickled her fingertips. “I love you.”

“What did you want, babe?”

“I was thinking …”

“Keep going.”

He straightened a bit, and she kept an eye on him in the vanity mirror. In sleep pants that hung low on his waist, and his chest bare, it was a little distracting.

Siena forced herself to pay attention to the topic at hand. “I was thinking about the bedroom across the hall.”

“The empty one.”

“We kept it empty for a reason.”

John’s fingertips drifted over her bare shoulder. “For the someday nursery, you said.”

“Yeah, for that.”

“What, did you want to turn it into a private office or something?”

She usually worked out of the house, and if she did work inside, she used his office. John never minded, or if he did, he never said anything about it.

“Or something,” she replied.

John met her gaze in the mirror, and amusement stared back. “Okay, what, then?”