“Nope, I don’t think you’re sick at all.” He pulled out his cell phone, tapping on the screen for a minute before grinning up at me in triumph. “We’ll know if my guess is right in two hours or less.”
“Are you going to fill me in on the secret, or do I have to wonder for all that time?” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Don’t freak out,” he warned as he flipped his phone around so I could see the screen.
I shot up to a sitting position and screeched, “You ordered a pregnancy test!”
“Yup.” He dropped onto the mattress and leaned his back against the headboard, pulling me into his chest. “Your period is late, your tits are more sensitive than usual, and you have morning sickness.”
I did a quick mental calculation and realized that in all the hecticness of planning the wedding on top of my mayoral duties, I’d lost track of my menstrual cycle. “You’re right. I might be pregnant.”
Lincoln’s hand splayed over my lower belly. “I hope so.”
Considering how often he talked about knocking me up when he was filling my pussy with his come, I wasn’t shocked that he was happy about the possibility. We hadn’t used a single condom in all the months we’d been together, and a night rarely went by when we didn’t make love. I shouldn’t be surprised by the possibility, but I was bowled over by the idea. “Is there an option on that app to get the order here sooner?”
“Nope.” His thumb stroked against my skin. “But we’ll get an alert when the shopper starts our order.”
I grabbed his cell phone and scrolled further down the screen, smiling when I saw what else he ordered. “Thanks for getting me some ginger ale and crackers.”
“Whatever it takes to make you feel better, little one.”
He was so good to me. “You’re going to be an amazing father.”
“And you’ll be a wonderful mother.”
I spent the next hour hoping the test confirmed I was pregnant, practically vibrating with excitement as I tracked the shopper’s car from the store to the hotel. “Hurry,” I urged him when there was finally a knock on the door.
While he got the order, I slid off the mattress and finished off the mug of herbal tea he’d gotten for me from room service. The warm drink helped settle my stomach and ensured my bladder was full. As soon as the door shut again, I dashed across the suite to grab the pink box from Lincoln, ripped it open, and ran into the bathroom. I didn’t even care that he followed me to watch me take the test. I was too excited to see the results and figured he wanted to be a part of the process every step of the way.
The next two minutes were the longest of my life as we both stared down at the results screen, waiting to see what it said.
Lincoln’s strong body was wrapped around mine, his chin resting on the top of my head. “If it’s negative, we’ll just have to try our best to make the next one positive.”
The sensual promise in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. I was just about to agree to his plan when a single word appeared on the test. “How about we celebrate being pregnant in bed instead?”
Epilogue
Lincoln
“Daddy! Look at me!”
I grinned at Lara, my six-year-old daughter, as she passed by me, gliding down the ski run on her snowboard. “Lookin’ good, baby girl!”
“She’s a natural on the slopes,” Jake said, standing beside me and grinning. “Just like her ‘Uncle Jake’.”
“I think you mean just like her daddy,” Bethenny corrected as she waddled over to stand next to us. I frowned at her, not happy that she was walking around on the slippery snow while eight months pregnant.
“Bethenny Granger. What the he—” I was distracted from scolding her when Magan, our four-year-old, wiggled her hand out of my wife’s grasp and skipped over to me with her arms up.
“I’m natural, too!” she announced as I picked her up. Her little chest was puffed up with pride, making me smile.
“You bet, sweetheart,” I agreed.
Bethenny and I had put both of our daughters on snowboards almost as soon as they could walk. And we’d do the same thing with our son when he got to that age.
It helped that I’d taken the position as head ski instructor at Winter Falls Resort. I’d stocked away enough money and still did endorsement deals, so I didn’t really need to work to live comfortably, but I loved the job.
Bethenny had decided not to stay in politics and instead opened a small law practice in town. People still turned to her for help, but she didn’t have the heavy responsibilities that came with holding a government position. Even better, it allowed her to choose her hours or to work from home.