Page 105 of Fury
His body tenses immediately, years of hard-earned caution making him prepare for bad news. "What is it?"
Instead of answering, I reach into my pocket and withdraw one of the tests, placing it in his palm.
He stares at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, then his eyes widen as understanding dawns. "Livie," he breathes, his voice barely audible. "Is this…?"
"I'm pregnant," I confirm, watching his face carefully. "We're having a baby."
For one terrifying second, his expression remains frozen in shock. Then, something transforms in his eyes—a light breaking through, brighter than I've ever seen.
"A baby," he repeats, as if testing the reality of the words. "Our baby."
His hand moves to my stomach, hovering uncertainly until I guide it to rest against me. Though there's nothing to feel yet, the gesture is so tender it brings tears to my eyes.
"Are you happy?" I whisper, needing to hear the words.
In answer, he drops to his knees before me, pressing his face against my abdomen. His shoulders shake once, twice, and I realize with astonishment that my fierce, strong husband is crying.
"Greyson," I murmur, running my fingers through his hair.
He looks up at me, eyes shining with tears and wonder. "You're giving me a family." His voice is thick with emotion. "Something that's ours, something we created together." His hand strokes reverently over my stomach. "I never thought… never dared to hope…"
"So, you're happy?" I press, my own tears falling freely now.
He rises, rising to his feet and cradling my face between his hands. "Happy doesn't begin to cover it, Livie. I'm… There aren't words." He kisses me deeply, pouring everything he can't articulate into the connection. "I love you. Both of you. So much it terrifies me."
"It scares me too," I admit. "Being responsible for this tiny person. Keeping them safe."
His expression shifts, that familiar instinct sharpening his features. "Nothing will ever harm either of you," he vows. "I swear it."
"I know." I lean into his touch, drawing strength from his certainty. "We're going to be parents, Greyson."
"Parents," he echoes. A slow smile spreads across his face, transforming him from the dangerous club president to a man simply overjoyed at the prospect of fatherhood. "When? How far along are you?"
"I'm not sure. Six, maybe seven weeks? I need to see a doctor to confirm."
"Tomorrow," he decides immediately. "First thing. I'll call Meadow since she is the best.”
I laugh. "Slow down. We have time."
"I want everything perfect for you. For our baby." His hand returns to my stomach, protective and possessive. "Does anyone else know?"
"No, just us." I cover his hand with mine. "I wanted you to be the first."
He nods, pleased. "Your father's going to lose his mind."
The thought of telling my family sends a flutter of excitement through me. "He'll probably start building a crib tonight."
"And your brothers will threaten to kill me all over again," Greyson adds with a wry smile. "Physical evidence I've defiled their baby sister."
"Pretty sure the wedding ring already confirmed that," I tease.
He guides me to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling before me once more. "A family of our own," he murmurs, still sounding amazed. "After everything we've been through, everything we've survived…"
"It feels like a miracle," I finish for him.
"You're the miracle," he corrects, pressing his lips to my still flat belly. "You and this little one. My family. My life."
As he holds me, his strong arms gentle around my waist, his cheek resting against where our child grows, I feel a sense of completeness I never imagined possible. We've come so far from those terrifying days a year ago, from kidnapping and torture and fear that nearly destroyed us.
