Page 3 of A Happy Endings Wedding
“It’s possible.”
She shoved his hands away. “I can’t be accidentally pregnant!Iwas an accidental pregnancy. I would never allow that to happen.”
Josh just looked at her, waiting patiently in his solid, stable way.
She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them, saying quietly, “I allowed that to happen.”
He sat next to her and took her hand. “It’s not like it was when you were the surprise pregnancy. You and I are about to be married. We said we were going to start trying on the honeymoon. You know I want kids. I can’t wait and, if it’s true, it’ll be the best wedding present you could give me.”
Her lower lip wobbled. “I can’t be a pregnant bride!”
“No one would know. You won’t show by then.” He cupped her jaw and turned her toward him. “I love you so damn much. Nothing would make me happier than to have a family with you. That’s why I let you have your way with me on our engagement anniversary.” He kissed her. “Be happy with me on this.”
“I am happy,” she said, tears leaking out. “You’ll be a great dad. You’re so wonderful.” She broke down in tears.
Josh pulled her close for a moment, her head pressed against his chest. Then he kissed the top of her head and stood, walking around to the other side of his desk.
She wiped her tears and took a moment of deep breathing to compose herself before announcing, “And in other news, I have no wedding gown.” She stared straight ahead, fighting to remain calm. “But it’s okay. There always has to be one thing that goes wrong with a wedding, and it’s best to get it out of the way. So I’ll just quickly find another one-of-a-kind designer original in my size in only two weeks and everything will…” She trailed off as Josh placed a plastic bag in her hand. She opened it and found a bright pink box. A pregnancy test. She swallowed hard.
“I picked it up today,” he said gently. “It says to do the test in the morning, so do it tomorrow morning and we’ll go from there, okay?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
He held her by the chin. “And don’t worry about the gown, okay? I’ll make sure you have one and protect it with my life.”
She blinked back tears. He was a protector—for her, for all of his younger siblings, for his country for years in the army. He was a fierce warrior and she was his partner, his equal. He always said that about her, and she loved that he thought of her like that, especially the warrior part. She summoned that fighting spirit to battle back the tears. “Okay, thank you. And I will make sure the wedding goes off perfectly.”
He nipped her lower lip. “I don’t need perfect. I just need you.”
She twisted her lips to the side. “Are you saying I’m not perfect?” Ha. Add another flaw to the list—she’d accidentally made him get her pregnant. Maybe.
His dark eyes danced with amusement. “You’re as perfect as I am.”
She found herself smiling, which astounded her given the shocking turn of events. “What if I am pregnant?”
“Then I will be the happiest man on earth.”
She beamed a smile at him. “I’ll be happy too. I’ll need to do a lot of planning though, buy all the latest parenting books. I know nothing about being a mom.”
“Are you kidding?” He gestured over to Max and Rose, their fur babies happily lying side by side, holding their chew toys close. “Look how good you are with them. They’re happy and well-adjusted.”
She laughed. “I’m sure it’s just the same thing.”
He wrapped her in his arms. “And you’re amazing with Owen. You’re a natural.” Owen was their six-month-old nephew. A beautiful baby with blond tufts of hair that stood straight up like duck down and two little pearly baby teeth on the bottom. He was Claire and Jake’s son. Jake was Josh’s identical twin, so they all spent a lot of time together.
“You’re great with him too.”
He gave her a small smile. “Thanks. I helped raise my younger siblings. Mad was only one when our mom left.”
She cupped his stubbled cheek. “I know. She was lucky to have you.”
His dark eyes were intent on hers. “We’re ready for this.”
“We are.”
He grinned. “I was practically dancing at the drugstore just at the thought of it.”
Her eyes widened. “You? Dancing?”
“I know. Hard to believe. I almost did a jig.”
She burst out laughing. Josh was so not a dancer, though he did do a nice waltz. He’d learned it purely for seduction reasons, he’d confessed to her once. It totally worked.
