“Rowan.”
He kisses me again and continues, “—on the plane?—”
“I’m pregnant.”
He stops mid-sentence.
Shit.
“I’m sorry. That’s not how I wanted to tell you, but I just—” I fumble over my words, feeling even more nervous about his reaction now.
His eyebrows furrow, and he glances over his shoulder at Parker, then back at me. “You’re pregnant… again?”
“Well, yeah. I already had the first one.” I point at Parker.
“When did you take a test?”
I’m not sure about his reaction. I mean, we’ve talked about having more kids. And we haven’t been careful every time since Parker was born.
“Yesterday morning. I was late and so?—”
“God, Ky, really?”
“Yes. Are you… not happy?” I thought he’d be more excited. Maybe he’s tired.
“Of course I’m happy. I’m just in shock. The picture you sent at Peeper’s yesterday—you had a vodka soda in your hand.”
I tilt my head at him.
His head rocks back in understanding. “Ah, you used my trick of soda and lime. Smart.”
I nod.
He scoops me up off the counter and walks me into the bedroom, where he deposits me on the bed. Then he picks up Parker and sits down next to me.
“A family of four,” he says, placing his hand on my stomach—the same way he did when we found out we were pregnant with Parker.
“Four,” I say, covering his hand with mine.
Parker smacks Rowan’s cheeks, and Rowan kisses his little palms before pulling us all into a hug. “This is the best Christmas gift. Does anyone else know? Let’s go tell them.”
I squeeze his hand. “Yeah… but hey… I don’t want to tell everyone yet. I mean with Eloise and Conor trying and?—”
He nods. “Right, okay, let’s wait until at least after the holidays.”
I smile and lean my head on his shoulder, and Parker hits my cheeks. We lie in bed with Parker between us, playing with him and enjoying our family now that we’re all back together.
Until we hear Conor shout.
seventeen
Eloise
I wantedto wait for Conor to be rested before I told him the big news. I wanted to wait until we exchanged gifts so I could give him the wrapped present currently in my suitcase. I’ve envisioned it a million times, but now that he’s in front of me, I don’t want to wait another minute.
He’s naked in the bathroom, running a towel over his hair.
From the bed, I admire his bare ass, seeing some fresh bruises.
