Not to mention they’d gotten married right before her father’s passing. He’d wanted to see his little girl finally tie the knot, and she was honored to be able to give that to her old man.
Boone had done everything in his power to give her the kind of wedding she wanted, which was simple, classic, and at the cabin. It had been the single most special day in her entire life. She couldn’t imagine anything topping that day, and even though it was bittersweet with her father’s death, being Boone’s wife had been a dream come true.
Having a baby with Boone was something out of a fantasy. They hadn’t talked that much about children, other than that they would consider having one, or two, but not for a few years.
They weren’t in a hurry, only Mother Nature had different plans.
Boone stepped into the bathroom and leaned against the sink. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I thought I’d start on the corral for you this weekend.”
“That would be great, but we need to buy a horse or two to go in it. And we need a real barn.”
“We’ll get there.”
She rested her hand on the towel and found the stick under the fabric. “We might have some other projects we need to do around the house first.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, well, for starters, we’re going to need to put on that addition sooner rather than later.”
Boone arched a brow. “You’re the one who said we didn’t need more than two bedrooms for now.”
“I wasn’t expecting to be expecting so soon.” She pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up. “I’m guessing the night my father died might have been the night we made a baby.”
“What the hell?” He snagged the test from her hand. “Is this what I think it is? Are you pregnant?”
Tears burned her cheeks. She nodded. “I suppose that test could be wrong. But I’m two weeks late. I’ve been feeling sick each morning for about the same amount of time, and we have been playing a little Russian roulette since I had to have my IUD removed.”
He set the test on the counter and pulled her tight to his chest. “You don’t sound happy about this baby.”
She reached up and cupped his face. “I’m overwhelmed. We got married and buried my father in a matter of weeks, and this isn’t something we’ve really discussed. I have no idea how you really feel.”
He smiled. “I love you, Paget, and I told you the day I married you that I wanted to have a family with you.” He kissed her nose. “Are you worried I don’t want this?”
She let out a puff of air. “I don’t know what I am except a pile of hormones.”
“Guess I better get used to that.” He brushed his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue between her lips.
She shivered. “I love you,” she whispered. “Do you think you can manage a virgin whiskey sour?”