“You’re making me a daddy?” he asks, cupping my face in his hands and gazing at me with such reverence, it steals the breath from my lungs.
“I—I think so, yes,” I whisper. “Is that… is that okay?”
“Okay? It’s better than okay! It’s fucking awesome!’ he bursts out, a broad smile on his handsome face. “It’s what I’ve been hoping and praying for from the first time I was inside you. Making you pregnant. Making you my wife. Keeping you with me, always.”
The last of my fears trickle away at his words. “Thank God! I was so scared!” I sob, fresh tears rolling down my face. “I know we’re moving at light speed, but I’ve never had anything that feels this right in my life, not ever, until you came along.”
“We’re not your parents, Daisy,” he says softly, kissing away my tears. “If we’ve made a baby together, it’s a child that will be a product of our love. And any children we have will always know how much they’re loved. They won’t ever be left in any doubt about how much we wanted them.”
“We’re having more than one, huh?” I tease, running my hands over his muscular back.
“I was thinking three or four,” he grins.
“Maybe we should see if I’m pregnant first,” I suggest.
“You didn’t take a test?”
I shake my head. “I wanted to wait and take it with you. Talking of—" I extricate myself from his arms and get to my feet, retrieving the three pregnancy tests I have stashed away ready in my purse and waving them at him.
Dray raises an eyebrow. “Three?”
I nod. “We have to be sure.”
“Okay, sweet thing. Go pee on those sticks,” he grins.
As it turns out, only one of those pregnancy tests is needed.