They rejoined us, grins lopsided, their saddlebags heavy with supplies.
But the moment Roman’s eyes landed on me, his grin faded.
His brows knit in concern.
He reined in his horse and leaped down before it had fully stopped, striding toward me with urgency.
“What did you find out, amore mio?”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I seized his lapels and kissed him hard, hungering for him.
He responded instantly, his lips crushing against mine, his arms winding around my waist, holding me like he would never let go.
Our tongues tangled, the heat of the kiss melting everything else away.
His erection pressed against my belly, sending a wicked thrill through me.
I wanted to drag him to the ground, strip him, climb on top of him, and make him feel what he had done to me.
Marcellious cleared his throat.
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss, meeting Roman’s dazed, hungry gaze.
Then, I took his hand and placed it on my stomach.
Roman’s breath hitched.
“Are we…?”
I nodded, the words spilling from me in a rush.
“Yes! We’re pregnant!”
His expression transformed—shock, disbelief, then pure, radiant joy.
Then, he scooped me up in a flash and spun me in the air.
“Oh, Olivia!” His voice rang with unfiltered elation.
His arms wrapped around me tightly, crushing me to his chest, his breath coming fast.
“You… me… and our baby. We’ll be a family!”
Tears spilled down his cheeks as he kissed me again, soft, tender, full of reverence.
“We’re the three happiest people on the planet!”
His joy was infectious, unstoppable.
Roman turned to Malik and Marcellious, his face beaming.
“Did you hear that? Olivia’s with child!”
Marcellious groaned. “How could we not hear it?”
Malik, on the other hand, grinned broadly.
