Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You’ll need some time to figure out what you want to do,” he says. “But I want to help you with whatever you need.”
“A doctor, I guess, because I should get checked out while it’s still early, right?”
He takes a breath and holds it, as if willing me to continue that thought.
“I want to keep the baby,” I whisper.
He falls backward, pulling me with him. His chest bounces as he laughs happily.
“I also have to fill out that life insurance thing,” I say. “Just in case I die. That way my baby won’t be poor.”
He snorts, turning his head to look at me.
“What?” I ask.
“You do realize that money isn’t a problem, right?”
My face falls. I hadn’t thought about that, actually. Holy shit.
“You’re having a realization right about now, aren’t you?” he asks.
“I … yup. I can’t process that today.”
He chuckles. “Don’t think about that. Money is boring. Let’s t hink about … we’re having a baby.”
“We’re having a baby.” I sigh, chuckling in disbelief. “That sounds … weird.”
“It sounds amazing. But, it would sound even better if I could say that my wife was having our baby.”
I still, unblinking.
“Let’s pull a total merger and get married.”
“I think you’re in shock …”
He rolls over onto his side and props his head up with his palm. “I almost told you that I loved you in your shower. I’ve been thinking about it but didn’t want to scare you, and I’ve been praying about telling you and knowing when the time is right.”
“Really?”
“This is the first time in my life when it all makes sense,” he says. “The past, the present, the future. It just all makes so much sense.”
I snuggle against him, closing my eyes and letting the tension evaporate from my body. “You’re right.”
“About what?”
“Everything. My whole life makes sense now. It was all to prepare me to be Mrs. Gannon Brewer.”
“Oh, thank fuck.” He blows out a breath and hauls me on top of him. “You were killing me.”
“Oh, like you thought there was a chance I’d say no.”
He blinks. “Carys, I can never predict you.”
“That’s funny.”
“Why?”
I reach between us and palm his cock. “Because you can always predict when I’m about to come.”
He slides his hands under my shirt, massaging my breasts. “I predict you’re going to come within the hour. Multiple times, in fact.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He flips me onto my back and kisses me. And while there’s a lot to think about and a lot of decisions to be made, I welcome the distraction. Because with Gannon on my side, I know I’m in good hands.
Literally and figuratively.
Apparently, forever.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gannon
I lay my notepad on my lap and sigh.
Rain pummels the house in a steady downpour. It’s the perfect white noise to think—much better than the classical shit that Gray always puts on in the car. I close my eyes and listen to the storm mingle with Carys’s soft snores.
After a day that should’ve left me reeling, I’m remarkably … not.
Not rushing to sleep to prepare for tomorrow.
Not bothered by next week’s schedule.
Not panicked that in nine months, I’ll be a father.
“I’m going to be a dad,” I whisper, brushing a lock of hair from Cary’s shoulder.
I watch her chest rise and fall as she slumbers peacefully. She’s young and beautiful. Her whole life is ahead of her, and instead of making any number of choices, she’s choosing me.
She’s willing to use her body to create a child for us.
Tears fill my eyes.
I don’t deserve her, nor do I deserve the gifts she’s giving me—the gift of her heart, and of family. Mom is going to be beside herself. I’m finally giving her a grandchild.
“I love you, Carys,” I whisper, wiping my face with the edge of the sheet.
She stirs, turning toward me, her eyes opening sleepily.
“Hey,” she says, struggling to waken. “Are you still up?”
“Yeah. Can’t sleep.”
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m almost afraid that if I go to sleep, I’ll wake up and this will all be a dream.”
She casts me a soft smile and snuggles up to me. “It’s not a dream. I promise. I still feel like I could puke.”
“Want a cracker?”
She laughs. “Do I want a cracker?”
“I’ve been reading tonight and learned that many women like to keep crackers by their beds. It’s helpful for nausea.”
“Good to know.” She slides a leg over mine. “What else did you learn?”
“All kinds of things. I made a list.”
“What’s on your list?”
“I have six doctors that we can look at tomorrow and you can see if you like any of them,” I say. “We’re going to need a crib. It’s important to keep blankets and stuffed animals out of there, and it can’t get set by a window blind with a pull cord.” I peer down at her. “Never look that up online. It’s terrifying and leads you down a rabbit hole that’s … Well, it’ll keep you up at night.”