Page 262 of Wild Card

But he isn’t off the hook this easy. Time to play with him.

“Next year, after the baby comes, we’ll set a date.”

That does it. His body locks, his jaw ticking. The love lingering in the air turns frosty as his eyes flame.

“Wasn’t willing to wait a shitload of time before I knew about the baby. Not fucking waiting ‘til he is born. You want to see a madman, even mention it again.”

This is fun.

“Christmas is a beautiful time of year for a wedding.”

He jerks, his teeth grinding. “Six fucking weeks is generous. You worried about getting everything you want, the women can make miracles happen. Ultimately, it’s your decision.”

Even in his irritation, his sincerity has my eyes misting again.

“Everything I want is right here.” I press our hands deeper into my stomach and give him my answer. “We’re getting married. I’m going to be a bluebird.”

“What the hell is a bluebird?”

“It’s a new name I just created for being a cop’s wife. Not sure if I like it.”

He blows out a breath and kisses along my mouth. “I love you.

“Honey, I have something else to tell you.”

“You took your exam this morning.”

“How’d you know?”

He quirks an eyebrow, the playful glint returning.

“That damn tracker on my car has to go!”

“Not a chance.”

“Have you been watching my every move since you left?”

“Didn’t have my phone, Princess,” he reminds me.

“Exactly how long have you been en route home?”

“Too long. Took everything in me not to call.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Protocol is no calls until on US soil. By that time, you were on your way to the testing site. I didn’t want to fuck up your head space.”

“I’ll forgive you this once. But next time, definitely call. Let me worry about my head space.”

He sits calmly… too calmly.

“I can’t believe I told you we’re having a baby in my dreams! And you’re not even fazed.”

He grins mischievously.

My gut turns with suspicion.

Outside of the one test in my purse, all others are hidden far back in a drawer.

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