A nursery?
I blinked again. “Did you just say…” I whispered.
A nursery?
“Did you just…” I tried again. Swallowed again. “Are you…”
She smiled. “I am. Is that okay with you?”
I gaped at her. And then let out a woop and kissed her.
She laughed into my mouth, locking her legs around my back.
“So can I take that as a yes, you are okay with being a dad?” she asked, eyes shining when I finally stopped kissing her.
“I am totally okay with that.” Fuck, did she even need to ask? “How long have you known?”
“A few weeks.” She lowered her eyes, a gorgeous pink blush painting her cheeks. “I was going to tell you on our wedding night. A wedding present.”
I kissed her again.
And again.
And somewhere in amongst all that kissing, we were making love again. I was moving inside her again, and everything was perfect and the way it was meant to be.
Because my good girl was with me, and our life was just about to get a whole lot more amazing.