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“Are you saying…” I trail off. If I wasn’t pregnant, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
“Yes.”
I put my hand over my mouth too excited for words. “Don’t tell him. I want to be the one to let him know,” I rush to say. This is a special moment, and I want to give Roman the news that he’s going to be a dad. He’s given me so much.
“Okay. I’ll tell him I’ll have the results tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
I lean against the counter in the bathroom, figuring I’ll give the doctor and Roman a few minutes to have their little chat. It doesn't take long before Roman walks into the bathroom and heads straight for me.
“I love you,” he says, kissing me deeply.
“I love you too.” He drops his forehead to mine for a long moment.
“Can I take care of you tonight?”
“You can do anything you like to me, Roman,” I tease him, watching his eyes heat, but he controls himself. He releases his hold on me to start the shower. For the next hour he dotes on me, and I let him.
It’s nice to have someone take care of me. He refuses to let me lift a finger. I never knew having someone wash and brush your hair could be so relaxing, but it is. Roman insisted on getting me dressed for bed and feeding me a dinner he had brought to our bedroom. I want to cry with how sweet this man is. It’s endearing that only I and our children will ever know this side of Roman. To everyone else he’s intimidating and loud.
“I’m sorry,” Roman says, looking down at the floor. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“You could have been killed today, and that would have been on me.” I snort a laugh. Roman jerks his head up, glaring at me.
“That glare doesn't work on me, big guy.” I push him back so I can crawl into his lap.
“One of the many things I love about you.” He brushes his nose along my neck.
“You saw the lengths my father went to for money. It was a miracle you found me. Don’t you get that? You saved me. Who the hell knows what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come along?” His hands on my hips holding me in place tighten.
That’s the damn truth. Was it crazy what my husband did? Yes, a million times over, but it’s hard for me to be angry about it when I think about how he fell in love with me only seeing a picture. Besides, Roman’s pushy, overbearing ways are one of the many things that turn me on. I’ll never doubt if I’m loved or wanted. He makes that very clear every second of the day.
“You give me too much credit.” I fist his hair, pulling him up so I can see his face.
“Fine. If you think I might be in danger or whatever, then let me go. I’ll be on my way and you won’t have to worry ab—” I’m surprised I even got that far in my sentence before Roman pins me to the bed under him.
“Never.” He looms over me. “They'll have to pry you from my cold, dead hands.”
“I prefer your hands warm.” I watch as my husband fights a smile.
“I know how you prefer my hands.” One slips up under my silk top. His fingers graze across my stomach.
“I prefer you any way I can get you, Roman. I love you and I wouldn't change anything about the road you took to get us here.”
“I love you more, Fawn. You think that I saved you, but I know you saved me from a miserable existence. My life was cold and lonely before you got here.”
Gosh, I love this man so damn much.
“You’ve given me so much, Roman. I want to give you something too.”
“I only ever want you. You’re all I’ll ever need.” I run my finger down his jaw, feeling his stubble.
“I think you’ll want this too.” I slide my finger over and trace his lips. He kisses the tip of it. “I’m pregnant.” His whole body goes rock hard over me. His eyes that are staring into mine are filled with so many emotions. Ones I don’t ever think he’s felt before or understands fully yet.
Suddenly he grips my silky top. With one small tug, the delicate small buttons all pop off as Roman slips down my body. His mouth goes to my stomach as he places kisses there. I watch my gentle giant turn to pure sweetness.
A sweetness that is only mine. Roman might have stolen me, but it is clear I stole his heart long ago.
EPILOGUE
ROMAN
“Roman.” My wife moans my name as I make her come on my tongue once again. I swear she gets sweeter and sweeter every day. She’s an addiction that I could never quit. Not that I would ever want to.
