Page 125 of Hot Damn
The hand he holds out proves the same as everything else about Beck, impossible for me to resist.
Using my hand to pull me in, he wraps his arms around me and presses his face into the side of my hair where he murmurs, “And by home, I mean our home. I know this isn’t the right place or time, but I realized something when you left us in Natalie’s office. Something I need you to know. I love you.”
“Beck.”
“I don’t know when it happened, it feels like it’s always been there, but watching you walk away and not knowing if you’d come back is something I never want to see again.”
“I was coming back.”
“I couldn’t be sure of that. I want to be sure of that. I know this is quick and possibly reckless, but I want to marry you. I want to come home to you and Whit and any other kids we have.”
Jerking back I lock my gaze on his. “You want more kids?”
“Yeah, I loved having Whit. And my biggest regret is not having more, giving her siblings.”
“You… I…” Blinking rapidly, I try to stop the tears from falling. Again. “I don’t know what to say.”
He grins. “Say yes.”
“Yes?”
He arches an eyebrow.
“Yes to all of it. Marriage. Coming home to us. Babies.” The last word comes out a squeak.Oh shit.Closing my eyes I try to remember the last time…
Holy shit!
“Ah, Beck, can we go somewhere else to talk for a second?”
He eyes me before grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the door. “Give us a minute.”
With no explanation to those around us, we leave and head down the hall to Nat’s office. Once inside, Beck closes and locks the door behind us.
Turning me to face him, he grabs both my hands and locks his eyes with mine. “Tell me.”
“I think I might be pregnant.”
“You”—he shakes his head. “Come again?”
“I’m not a crier and I’ve done nothing but cry today and now that I’m thinking about it and you mentioned babies and the last few weeks, I’ve noticed certain pants don’t fit but I can’t be sure.”
“Cam. Take a breath.” Bringing our joined hands to his chest, he lowers his forehead to mine. “If you are, I’ll be thrilled. If you aren’t and you want to be, we’ll try to make it happen.”
“I don’t know what I want. I’ve honestly never thought about kids until just now.”
“Okay. And how do you feel about it now you are thinking about it?”
“Excited?”
“Is that a question?”
“I…” Taking a deep breath I try to pull my thoughts together. “It would be a little piece of you and me.”
“He or she would.”
“Would you really be okay doing it again?”
“I love Whit, loved it when she was little too. I miss those days and I’m not old, I won’t be working after this contract so?—”
