“Must be,” I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.
Landon tilted his head, suspicious. “You’re up to something.”
“Maybe.”
I saw him ticking through his mental rolodex, trying to figure out what it could be. Was it his birthday? No, not for another month. Had he forgotten an anniversary? Hard to say when it even was, considering.
“I hate surprises,” he warned me.
“You’ll like this one,” I assured him.
Landon turned around and swept the restaurant with a suspicious look.
I couldn’t help laughing out loud. “It’s a surprise, not an ambush. You don’t have to watch your back.”
“They’re the same thing in my book,” he muttered, but a smile cracked the hard expression on his face. “Go on, I can tell you’re dying to tell me.”
I was. I’d been so good the last few days, keeping it to myself, keeping him from suspecting I had something to keep to myself. Now we were here, though, and I couldn’t keep my joy from lighting me up any longer.
“Well, I know you’re tired of picking out names,” I started, “...but–”
Before I could finish, Landon was on his feet. A startled waiter had to do a stutter step to avoid running into him, a bottle of sparkling water we’d ordered in his hand.
“Landon!” I protested as he pulled me out of the booth. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing the mother of my children.” He gathered me up then kissed me long and hard. I heard a few people clap behind him, likely thinking we’d just gotten engaged. He pulled back long enough to tell them, “She’s having my baby.”
“Landon!” I said again, laughing this time. “How do you even know that’s what I was going to say?”
“Because I know you, Cami.” He pressed his forehead to mine, blotting out the rest of the world. “It’s true, isn’t it?” There was so much happiness and hope in his voice that I couldn’t even be mad that he’d guessed before I could finish telling him.
“It’s true,” I whispered. “We’re having a baby.”
Landon’s arms tightened around me, and I buried my head in his shoulder, embarrassed by the clapping and overwhelmed by how right this felt and by how far we’d come. Five years ago, I’d run from him. Five months ago, we were enemies. Now we were finally right where we should be.
Together.
A family.