“I’ll get those. Definitely going to need a few tonight.” He comes toward me, all stiff cock, broad shoulders, and black eyes burning with desire. “At least.”
Finally, I find them and pull the box free. “No, you won’t.” Then I make my way to the trash can and let them drop with a clang. “How would you feel about getting me pregnant?”
Ransom stops breathing. “Now?”
I do a little mental math. “I’m probably fertile.”
He swallows. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Did I misread him? “I mean, if you want to. I thought—”
“Oh, I do. I asked if you’re sure. Because there’s nothing I’d like more. But what about vet school?”
“I’ll still go. Maybe a little slower than I might have if we didn’t have babies. But you, our family, and love… Nothing is more important. I’ll never feel complete without them.”
A soft smile breaks across his face as he saunters closer and lifts me into his arms, carrying me to our bed. “Well, then. Let’s get you pregnant, babygirl. You’re going to be a great mom.”
I cup his face as he settles on top of me, slides inside me—blessedly bare—and seats himself deep. “You’re going to be the best dad ever.”
“Yeah?” He works slowly into my body, and I start to melt. “How about, right now, I focus on being the best husband ever.”
“You already are,” I gasp out as our breathing syncs up.
“Hmm. The best lover ever?”
Since I’m already halfway to orgasm? “You definitely are.”
He grips my hips and begins to pick up his pace. “I love you, Havana Garrison.”
“I love you, too. Forever.”
We pass the night together, trying to make our dreams of a family come true.
A month later, as we’re spending the first night in our new Texas house, Ransom and I finish unpacking the boxes with daily essentials, then he takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. There’s a bag on the counter.
“While I grabbed fast food, I picked this up, too.”
Without looking, I know it’s a pregnancy test. “Do you think?”
“You missed your period.” He grins.
“I did. And my breasts…”
“Swollen and tender.” His grin widens.
I bite my lip, almost afraid to get my hopes up, despite the fact that all month we’ve been totally gloveless and incredibly active. Then I tear into the box. Three minutes later, I’m staring at a plus symbol.
Eyes tearing, I drop the stick and throw my arms around my husband. “We did it, Ransom! I’m so excited!”
“Oh, babygirl. I couldn’t be more thrilled. Life is absolutely perfect. Thank you.”
The tears fall. “No, you’ve made my life perfect. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. Let’s celebrate.”
“Call the family?” We should.
“Um, later. First…” Silently, Ransom strips me bare, covers me with kisses, washes me clean in the shower, then worships me in our bed until I’m dirty again.
Life didn’t turn out the way I expected. It’s even better, and we have thousands of bright tomorrows to anticipate together, one perfect shimmering day at a time. I can’t wait.