Page 18 of His Bride

“You noticed that my periodwaslate?”

“I notice everythingaboutyou.”

Hope’s wings are beating fierce and fast now. “I thought maybe my symptoms were all inmyhead.”

He holds out his hand and I fold into his body. His hand squeezes my waist before sliding up to cup my breast through my t-shirt. I bite my lip at the pressure. “That’s not in your head,Sprite.”

Inod.

“Maybe go and take atestnow.”

“Yes,Sir.”

“I’ll make you a sandwich to go withthetea.”

“Okay.”

He strokes his fingers up to my neck and squeezes my nape. “I love yousomuch.”

I kiss him, pressing my mouth against his, sucking on his lower lip. A demanding kiss isn’t usually my style, but I need something right here, in this moment.Ineed—

He spins us around, pushing me up against the wall as he takes over the embrace. His tongue slides through my lips, demanding entrance to my mouth. To explore, to taste, to conquer. “Is this okay?” he asks between onslaughts, and I pull himtighter.

If I’m pregnant, it happened when I visited his office at the start of the month. It happened just like this, with him overcome with desire, pressing me againstawall.

I laugh gently as he kisses downmyneck.

This issous.

Well, it’s not like we’ll tell our kids where and when they were conceivedanyway.

“You’re laughing,” hegrowls.

“I’ll tell you why after I go and pee on a stick.” I wiggle away from him and blow a kiss as I leave thekitchen.

Five minutes later, I return, and there’s no hiding the glee onmyface.

“Good news?” he asks, standing still in the centre oftheroom.

“The best,” I whisper as I launch myselfathim.

He spins me around. “We’re havingababy?”

“Yep.” I give him a bashful smile. “You knocked me up in youroffice.”

He tips his head back and shouts out a laugh. “Breaking a shutter again was totallyworthit.”

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Gavin

Every minute of every day,Ellie is precious to me. But right now, I want to care for her on a whole other level than I ever havebefore.

I can’t carry her and the sandwiches and the tea, but I can put all our food on a tray and juggle that with one hand while I use the other to guide her back to my library, my fingers splayed wide across the small ofherback.

I nudge a side table closer to my wingback chair, then set the tray on that before sitting down and drawing her intomylap.

“A baby,” I murmur, tightening my hold on her. My Sprite, mybride.

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