“Well, I think it’s your kid,” she teased, hoping she wouldn’t snap too while she waited for her husband to process the news she hadn’t planned to give tonight. But Savanna had said “go ahead,” so . . .
“You think, huh?” Jesse arched a brow and set the outfit down on the stool before coming toward her. “The baby is mine, that’s for sure.” He covered her hand with his and lifted his gaze to her eyes. “Just like you’re mine.” His eyes became glossy as he said, “You made me whole again, Ella Mae. And now you’re making me a father.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as a tear fell down his cheek. “And I promise I won’t be anything like my dad.”
She lifted her palm between them to cradle his face. “I know,” she whispered. “You’ll be the most amazing father, just like you’re the most incredible husband.” Tears now steadily streamed down her face, and he opened his eyes, and a smile snagged his lips.
“We can still have sex, right? We didn’t hurt the baby just now, did we?”
She chuckled. “It’s good for me, in fact. Plus, I think this pregnancy is making me all kinds of horny.”
“You’re already horny.”
“Hornier,” she teased, setting her hand to his chest now, finding his heart thrashing there.
“So, we should have sex again, is what you’re saying?” He waggled his brows, and she squealed when he scooped her back into his arms.
“Right now?”
“You object?” He lifted a brow.
“You love it when I play hard to get, so . . .” She wriggled free from his arms and tossed a saucy look over her shoulder. “Come and get me,” she challenged and started for the door.
And Jesse, being faster than anyone she’d met in her life, had her gently pinned to the door within a second.
“All mine.” He swept the back of his hand over the contour of her cheek while the palm of his other hand landed above her shoulder on the door.
Her handsome husband was right.
He was no longer the broken one. He was whole again.
And now, she was more than just whole. She was on her way to becoming a mother. And that middle place, happiness . . . was theirs.