We lay there together on the couch, letting the moment hold us.
“I want to scream it from the front lawn,” she said quietly, “but I also want to keep it to ourselves for now. Just until we know everything is okay.”
I knew my girl. As happy as she was, she was nervous too. My Trixie loved to skip ahead to the happy ending, and there were so many things that could happen outside our control at the beginning.
“I think that’s okay. Ev and Penny just spilled the news about their little bean—I don’t want to steal their thunder. Maybe we can tell just our parents and save the siblings and friends for when things are a little more settled. Besides, I kind of like having it just be for us for now. It’s like the best secret ever.”
She looked up into my eyes. “It is, isn’t it? Chris Kingman, you’re going to be the best dad ever.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Trixie Kingman, you’re going to be the best mom. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you. I am so stinking happy right now.”
“Me too.” She sighed contentedly. “I wonder how Luke is going to handle being a big brother.”
Ha. “Don’t give that featherbrain any ideas. His ego doesn’t need to get any bigger.”
“That’s probably true.” She fixed me with her most seductive look. “Hey, Chris? Do you think that maybe I could finish your sandwich?”
“Have you been thinking about that sandwich the whole time?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m going to have to up my game if I need to compete against poultry for the next nine months,” I said as we separated and looked for our clothes.
“Can’t I think about both?”
“I guess. Yes, Chickadee, you and the Nugget can have my sandwich.” I laughed.
“The Nugget. I like that.” She shimmied back into her dress like a robe and wrapped her arms around me. “Thanks for giving up your lunch for us.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll give you both anything, Trix. Everything.”
“Would you mind giving me your meat for the next nine months, so I don’t feel so awful about feeding your vampire child in my belly?”
Oh, God. The things we do for love.
