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Did theywantit to run out?
Despite slip-up after slip-up, they never talked about birth control, and there were many times when they’d had sex multiple times in one night. Multiple times was a lot of semen, chockfull of sperm, and it wasn’t as if there’d been historical evidence of either one of them being infertile.
On the way home, neither she nor Lucas mentioned the baby. Even as they entered the house, they remained mum on the subject of future parenthood. They’d said they didn’t want kids, so it would probably be confusing if Lucas discovered how excited she was and had been since the initial shock of the news wore off.
Lucas brushed her lips with a kiss. “I’ll take your stuff upstairs. Need anything?”
“I’m a little hungry,” she said. “I’ll throw something together. Any requests?”
“I’ll do it. Relax.” He kissed her again and lengthened the kiss with one hand at the back of her head. “I’ll be right back. I mean it. Relax.”
She took a seat on the sofa.
This wasn’t how she’d pictured things going, but she’d never been more wrong about a person in her life. Lucas cared about her. She had no question about it. She’d been expecting him to spend the entire relationship trying to mold her into something he wanted and threatening to leave if she didn’t conform.
But that was where she was wrong.
She was already what he wanted.
He never hid his interest in her when she’d spent the entire first half of their relationship hiding how much sheadoredhim and his thorny personality, deft eyebrow raises, and long, surgeon’s fingers. Perhaps he’d sensed it, so she hoped he also sensed this latest discovery.
He returned downstairs wearing an expression he’d been wearing since the hospital. It wasn’t quite a smile, but there was a delicate lift to his mouth, as though he was at the cusp of breaking out into one.
“I can make you some soup,” he offered. “Are you still feeling nauseous? I’ll get started on the mint and lemon tea.”
“Can we talk first?”
He sat next to her. “Sure.”
“So,” she wrung her hands, an uncharacteristic gesture for her, but she’d never been pregnant before, “what do you want to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re making a person. There are some decisions we have to make. I mean, do you want to move back to the condo? Do you want to get a place?”
“This wouldn’t be a bad place to raise a baby,” he pointed out. “We have more rooms than the condo, a neighborhood, and a backyard. It already feels like home.”
The expression returned.
That almost smile.
“My place in North Carolina already has a few offers,” she said.
“Then I can reduce some of my main responsibilities and delegate others,” he added. “That way, I’m home more. I want to be present for our family.”
“Our family,” she echoed.
“Me, you, and,” he set a hand on her stomach, “this little one.”
“Lucas, I’m happy.”
His shoulders sagged with relief, and he pulled her into his arms. “Me too, Rai. I’m walking on clouds. I didn’t want to say anything because, you know, we never really discussed kids, but I’d be a liar if I said I haven’t been thinking about it, a lot, since I met you.”
“For me, a family makes sense with you.”
“I can’t imagine this with anyone else.”
She kissed his neck. “Maybe we should contact Davis, the realtor. We can talk about buying the house.”
