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Confusion covered his expression. “Why not?”
“I’m what? Five weeks along? Maybe six.” She shook her head. “No, you don’t tell people until you’re sure everything is okay.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Like, the baby is okay, and I’m not going to lose it.” She pierced him with a look that said,don’t argue with me on this.
Spencer knew her looks by now, and resignation marched through his eyes. “How long does that take?”
“I don’t know. Until I’m out of the first trimester?”
“Why does this sound like you’re guessing?”
“Twelve weeks,” she said with confidence.
Spencer frowned, clearly not a fan of that number. “So I have to wait six more weeks.”
She nodded and made her voice as firm as possible when she said, “Yes.”
“Fine.” He pushed his hand through his hair, his smile returning. He took her into his arms again and kissed her. “Maybe we could celebrate by going back to bed.”
“Mm.” Clarissa didn’t argue with him. She enjoyed feeling close to him, physically and emotionally. After they’d made love, she laid in his arms, her eyes closed and her heart full of gratitude.
Spencer’s chest rose and fell evenly, as if he were asleep. She wasn’t, but with her eyes closed, she pictured the future for the two of them.
Except now, besides the sunshine and the Shoppe and the sexy cowboy she got to kiss every day, there was a child. A beautiful child, who made Clarissa smile in a way she never had before.
“Spence?” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Maybe we could just tell Mama and Daddy,” she said, not moving anything more than her lips. “That way, if Mama…goes soon, she’ll know.”
His arms around her tightened. “I’ll do whatever you want, Rissa.”
She nodded, wondering how she’d managed to get him to want to be right where he was. “I love you,” she whispered.
“Love you too.”
* * *
“How’s the shop rebuild coming?”Clarissa glanced over to Will, who sat at her kitchen counter on this weekday mid-morning. The farm Shoppe would open soon, but she was ready. Spencer had left hours ago to get a good chunk of his day worked before the sun super-heated everything.
Though it was only mid-March, Mother Nature had shown up for summer early in the Coastal Bend.
“I don’t know,” Will said, looking up from his phone.
Clarissa went back to measuring the coffee grounds into the filter. She and Will weren’t as close as she was with Travis, but they had lived together and worked together on the farm for decades. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
He’d talk more if she wasn’t staring right at him, questioning him. She slid the now-ready filter into the coffeemaker and flipped it on.
“Gretchen asked me to stop coming around the shop,” he said.
That brought Clarissa’s attention back to him and surprise spreading through her. “She did?” She reached for the bagel she’d already toasted and slathered in cream cheese and took a bite.
“Yeah.” He sighed and wiped his hand down his face. He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and for Will, that meant a full beard. “She didn’t like what I had to say, and she said I stressed her out.”
“What did you say?”
