Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“There really is no such thing as boundaries with you, is there?” I muttered to myself as my bladder made the decision for me. I hastily shoved the tip of the pregnancy test into the stream while I glared at his back. He waited for me to stand up and flush before he turned back around and yanked the stick out of my hand to set it on the edge of the counter. Then he tugged me over to the sink, settling right behind me. He twisted the faucets to get a steady stream of warm water and slid his soapy hands against mine. He’d washed my entire body from head to toe in the shower before, but it somehow never felt as intimate as him helping me wash my hands right now did.
Maybe it was knowing he loved me.
Or maybe it was what this moment would mean to us if I was pregnant.
As my eyes locked with his in the mirror, the whys of it didn’t matter. Only that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. My husband.
Chapter Eight
GARRET
My heart seemed to cease beating as I waited with anticipation. After washing Keaton’s hands, I’d kept my arms around her, pulling her back against my chest and dropping my face into the crook between her neck and shoulder. I took a deep breath and gave her a gentle squeeze.
“I love you so much,” I whispered as I lifted my head and our eyes met in the mirror. “And, fair warning, if this test is negative, I’m going to put all my energy into changing the result of the next one.” I winked, and she giggled, her cheeks brightening with a pretty blush.
My eyes dropped down to my watch, and I saw that it had been almost three minutes. I couldn’t wait anymore. “Ready?” I asked her with another tender squeeze.
“Yes,” she agreed softly. My breath caught in my throat, but when I saw the word “Pregnant” flashing in the tiny window, I exhaled it all out in one loud swoosh.
“Holy fuck,” I said, frozen with shock and awe. Then I snapped out of it and whooped loudly, picking Keaton up and spinning her around before smacking a hard kiss on her lips. “You’re fucking pregnant, baby!” I shouted.
She laughed and locked her feet locked around my waist, her arms and legs hugging me tight. I kissed her again, lingering this time and pouring my love into it.
I eventually pulled my head back, and my eyes roved over her face, making sure I detected joy in her features. She was beaming at me, but I had to be sure. “You’re happy about this, right?”
She rubbed our noses together like I often did to her and sighed happily. “When I was stuck living in my father’s bubble, I thought the thing I craved was to be completely free. Answerable to no one. Not responsible for anyone else.”
“And now?” I asked.
She smiled brightly. “Now I realize that all I wanted was to carve out my own path in life. That path leads straight to you and our family.”
Love filled me until I felt like I was going to burst, and having her body wrapped around mine had blood rushing straight to my groin. I carried her into our bedroom and over to the bed, where I carefully laid her down on her back.
“You’ve given me everything I thought I didn’t want,” I told her, “and now I don’t know how I could have ever survived without it.”
Keaton held my face in her hands and leaned up to kiss me sweetly. “I feel the same way, Garret.”
I slowly began to remove her clothing, tenderly brushing my lips over every exposed inch. When I lifted her shirt, I lingered at her stomach. Then I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes. “You’re growing our child in there,” I marveled. “A little piece of you and me.” I placed a plethora of tiny kisses around her belly button before I finished taking everything off until she was gloriously naked. “You are so fucking beautiful, Keaton. I’m nowhere near good enough for you, but I’m keeping you anyway.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “That’s ridiculous, but you’re wearing far too many clothes for me to use my body to convince you otherwise.”
I laughed and stood from the bed to take off my button-down shirt, slacks, and underwear. When I was completely nude, I returned to my position, hovering over her and staring into her chocolate depths.
“Turn over,” I instructed. She didn’t hesitate, and my chest warmed at her obvious trust in me. I leaned over the bedside table and opened the small front drawer. There were a few things I’d stashed in there to explore with her at some point, but after the day she’d had, I wanted her to fully relax. I grasped a bottle of Serenity Honey Rose Aromatherapy Massage Lotion and pushed the drawer closed.