She moved closer, cupping my face. “The baby wants it.”
“Well, if the—” I stopped. “What? What baby?”
She moved my hand to her stomach. “Your baby.”
“Raven, you’re pregnant? We’re having a baby?”
“Yes.”
“How long? How far? Is everything okay?” I asked, joy filling my entire soul.
“It’s early, but everything is fine. I saw the doctor who works with Geo yesterday, and he says everything is good.”
“Did I miss something? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to be sure. And you didn’t miss anything but a blood test. You can come for the ultrasound.”
I picked her up and held her close. I kissed her until we were breathless, and she wrapped her legs around me again. “What’s another fifteen minutes?” she whispered against my mouth. Then her stomach grumbled.
I swung her into my arms. “Nope. The baby is hungry, and there is pasta waiting.”
She laughed. “How the tables have turned.”
I strode toward the house. “Food first, then sex.” I paused. “We can have sex, right? It won’t hurt the baby?”
“We can have lots of sex. I understand soon I’ll want nothing but sex. And food.”
“Then I’m stocking the fridge and staying home,” I replied.
I set her on her feet and dropped to the floor. I kissed her stomach, spreading my hands wide around the place where our child would grow. He or she would be safe and protected for the next eight months within Raven’s body. After they were born, I would protect my child and my wife with my life.
The Watcher once again, only different.
This time, it would be done for love—as a father and a husband.
There was no better job than that.
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