My eyebrows hit my hairline as an unstoppable smile illuminates my face. “Pregnant?”
A slight nod. “With your baby.”
“Better fucking be.”
She rolls her eyes. “Still a possessive caveman.”
“Bellamy…” Awe strikes my voice. I want to touch her. I want to hold her and bring her against me. I want to wrap my arms around her and kiss her. It’s killing me that I can’t. Pregnant. If I could laugh without fear of immense pain, I would.
“You said you wanted babies.”
“Babies?!” I half choke. “As in more than one?”
“Babies,” she confirms. “As in more than one. When the test came back positive, they did an ultrasound. Not much to see yet, because it’s still early, but there were two heartbeats. Your super sperm has officially blown out my ovaries and taken over my uterus, decimating my birth control.”
I chuckle but immediately stop as pain slices through me, stealing my breath along with it.
Bellamy winces, her hand on my face, checking me. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t make you laugh.”
“At least not for a bit, no.”
She shifts her body up the bed, taking my hand and placing it over her still flat belly. My thumb glides back and forth as I marvel at it. Twins. My babies are growing inside her. The woman I am wildly, terminally, happily in love with.
“You’re going to be a daddy again.”
A daddy. This time next year we’ll have two more princesses or princes. Or one of each.
“Come here.” I urge desperately. “Kiss me.”
Her lips land delicately against mine, hesitant and afraid, but I lean into the kiss, letting her know she’s not hurting me. She’s healing me. Her love makes me strong. Powerful.
I nearly lost her.
I nearly lost all of this.
But now she’s mine. And nothing will ever keep us apart again.
All too soon, she pulls back, running her finger over my face and down the center of my chest. We stare at each other, eyes holding, souls connected. Never have I felt tethered to another human the way I do with her.
“Does everyone know? Do the children know?”
She shakes her head, her fingers continuing to rove, unable to stop as if she has to reassure herself that I’m here and I’m alive and okay.
“No. Rowan knows because he was there when the doctor told me, but that’s all. It’s early and the doctor said many women wait until they’re in their second trimester to tell people since a lot can happen during the first. Plus, I wanted to tell you first and then tell them together.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you waited. How do you feel about telling them even though it’s early?”
“I’m okay with it if you are,” she assures me, making distracting swirling circles around my navel and a bit lower.
“Baby, I may be in a lot of pain, but I’m not dead. Please, keep your fingers from going too low before you make me hard.”
Her eyes widen. “Shit. Sorry.” Her frozen hand slowly works its way back up. “Better?”
“Yes. Better. Anyway, I’d like to tell them. I don’t think I’ll be able to not tell them.”
She gnaws on her lip. “Do you think they’ll be upset?”
“No. I think they’ll be excited.”
