“I know, baby.” He kisses me again, then wraps me in his arms, enveloping me in a warmth so all-encompassing that the panic is forced to take a step back.
I burrow my face in his chest.
He smoothes his hand over my hair. “Can I come inside?”
Startled, I laugh and look around. We’re still in the foyer.
Setting his hands on my hips, he moves me back until he can get the door closed, then he picks me up.
“Logan!”
“I’m going to bet that my wife hasn’t eaten yet today.”
“I just woke up,” I gasp as I wrap my arms around his neck.
He palms my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the kitchen.
“Are you queasy?” he asks after he sets me down on the counter.
I shrug.
He presses his forehead against mine. “Howareyou feeling?”
“I don’t know. Tired.”
“Yeah, you were tired when I was here, weren’t you?” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t more careful with protection. Really fucking sorry.”
I take a deep breath and hold it.
He cocks his head, his brows pulling tight. “What?”
“I’m twenty-seven. This is not a good time to be pregnant, but there isn’t going to be a better time in the next three years. We could wait until I become an attending, but that will have its own set of challenges, and I’ll be older.”
“There will always be challenges, sure.”
“I know it seems fast, but we’ll have seven months to adjust to the idea of?—”
“I’ve adjusted already.” He grins broadly.
“Of course you have.” My laugh is watery, weak.
“You want to have my baby?” He looks so, so pleased.
“I don’t know what this means for residency.” I sound more uncertain than I feel. “But I know it’s possible, with enough support.”
“We’re going to find that out together. My mom is going to lose her mind. Do you think there’s enough room in the canal house for her to stay with us?” He drags in a deep breath. “Or maybe we should buy two houses, side by side. That would be better for privacy.”
“Wait, what?”
“Welcome to Granger family, baby. We’re way too much, all of the time. I’m sorry in advance.”
“Your parents can’t move in next door to us before I’ve even met them.”
“They won’t live there full time. They’ll have grandchildren on the other side of the continent. And I don’t want them to be too close, because I want to build a private life with you. My love.” He kisses me again, and this time it’s soft and endless, one kiss that stretches and grows, the physical manifestation of three words we waited so long to say to each other.
I love you.
So I say it again, because I can, because it’s so easy now.
