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I laugh. “Guilty.”
Hey, Jax. Do you think you’d be able to look at my latest chapter when you get home?
I never thought I could feel this carefree, this weightless. When I readhome, it reminds me that Zoey has moved in with me. It’s heaven waking up next to her every morning. How did I ever live without her?
Of course. You don’t even have to ask.
You’re the best. I love you.
I love you, too, so much.
I drive home with a big old smile, probably cheesy as hell, but not caring even a bit. We fought for this—the right to spend an evening together without worrying about reality crashing down and crushing us.
As usual, I’m grinning like a madman when I walk through the door to my apartment,andas usual, I can’t help but think about the house we’re going to have one day. We’re already looking for a place to call our own, a real home where we will raise our kids.
“Zoey?” I call.
“In the shower,” she yells back. “My laptop’s on the coffee table.”
Odd, but I can’t hear the shower going. Maybe she means she’saboutto get in the shower. Since she’s so keen for me to look at her story, I head straight to the coffee table, picking up her laptop. Instead of her usual artistic prose, only two large words are on the screen.
I’m pregnant.
I leap to my feet, meaning to dart through the house and join my woman in the shower, but she’s already waiting for me, wearing lingerie that has my mouth watering. Before we get steamy, though, I stride across the room and sweep her into my arms. I hug her tightly, flooding with love and determination to do right by her, always protecting her and our child.
“I love you so much,” I say fiercely, “and I’m going to love our little lord or lady until they get sick of me.”
She laughs adorably, leaning back in my arms, looking up with reflected love beaming in her glistening eyes. I can tell they’re happy tears.
“Lord or lady?”
“Have you forgotten? You’re a queen, remember,myqueen.”
“I love you so much. You’re going to be the best dad, but wewillhave to decide if we’ll give them cell phones. They might get as addicted to texting as us.”
I laugh, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around, knowing this is the happiest I’ve ever been and more happiness awaits us.
EPILOGUE
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Zoey
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” I ask the builder.
He’s a kind older man. It’s weird because he’s probably around Jax’s age, but I never think of my husband as old. He’s always so full of energy, especially since the wedding when we moved into our new home and began renovating it.
“This fresh-squeezed OJ is enough, ma’am. Thank you.”
That’s right. I’m ama’amnow. It’s crazy what having a husband like Jax will do.
The builders have been respectful, even turning their music down when I asked.
How’s it going in the madhouse?
I smile as I walk into the backyard, my phone in my hand, the sun beaming down at me. My bump shifts, our baby kicking, eager to enter the world to meet the family that will lavish them with all the love in the world.
It’s coming along nicely. When it’s finished, this is going to be a dream home. I still have to pinch myself. I know, I know. Your editor would kill me for the cliché.
