Page 139 of His Virgin Romance Series

“You told him we were married?” Jared asked, taking my hand.

“I did.”

“And?”

“He seemed resigned to the idea,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think he’s quite got over his jealousy of you.”

“Do you think you’ll visit him again?”

“I think so.” I nodded. “He gave me some hope that he could change for the better today. And knowing that he has the potential to change, I know I can’t turn my back on him now.”

“Good for him,” Jared nodded.

I smiled at my husband and kissed his hand gently. “You know what?”

“What?” he asked.

“I’m craving ice cream.”

“There’s a gelato place coming up… Wanna stop there?”

“Definitely.” I nodded excitedly.

Five minutes later, we stopped outside this cute little gelato store and Jared and I walked in and ordered a serving of hazelnut crunch and salted caramel. Then we picked a tiny little booth by the window and settled in there with our ice cream. Jared put his arm around me and I tossed my legs over his lap.

“Mmm,” I said happily. “This ice cream is heaven.”

Jared laughed and kissed the top of my head. “You know, what with work and your class schedule, we haven’t had time to plan a honeymoon.”

“We’re trying to save up for our future,” I pointed out. “A honeymoon costs money.”

“I think we deserve a nice honeymoon, especially after our wedding.”

“What was wrong with our wedding?” I demanded. “It was perfect.”

“I agree completely.” Jared nodded. “But we got married at town hall with two witnesses, and we had a dinner at our apartment with fifteen guests—it was hardly extravagant. I figure we saved a lot on the wedding so that we could splurge a little on the honeymoon.”

“Hmm…you have a point.” I nodded.

“How about someplace warm, with beaches?” Jared suggested. “We could take a week off.”

“A week?” I repeated. “I’ll only get that time off three months from now.”

“Well, we’ve waited this long to go on a honeymoon… What’s a few more months?” He shrugged.

I took another spoonful of ice cream and glanced at him with a secretive little smile. “There is a small problem.”

He frowned. “What’s the problem?”

“If we’re going somewhere with a beach, I’ll have to wear a bikini,” I said, enjoying the drama of telling Jared like this. “And I’ll be showing by then. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

“I… Um… What?” Jared asked.

“By my calculations, I’ll be about five months pregnant…give or take.”

Jared stared at me for a moment and then his eyes filled with realization and I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You’re pregnant?”

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