Fuck.
Fuck.
Penance.
Fuck.
His fingers gripped her tight as the entirety of his chestcontracted to the point it felt like it was going to implode.
His voice was hoarse and rough and not his own when heasked, “Why were you at the doctor, darling?”
“I’m…”
She looked to his chin, his throat, his chest, and when shelifted her eyes to his, they were filled with tears.
Fuck!
“Pregnant,” she finished.
Marcus again went solid.
“I…she doesn’t…” She shook her head.“She doesn’t know howit happened.But when I skipped one month, then two, I took seven pregnancytests at home.They were all positive.So I went to her.And she confirmed it.”She leaned into him.“Marcus, honey, I’mpreg—”
She didn’t finish because his mouth crushed down on hers.
When he ended the kiss, he cupped her head and shoved it inhis chest.
“I’m takin’ that as youbein’happy,” she noted, her voice muffled against his shirt.
His voice was just gruff when he forced out, “Yes.I’mhappy.”
His wife wound her arms around his middle.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered into his chest.
Marcus was breathing through his nose.
“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.
Marcus closed his eyes as the wonder in her voice startedcoating the region around his heart.
He felt her push her head back.
And he also felt her hand on his jaw.
Last, he felt her thumb trail through the line of wet thatwas on his cheek.
He opened his eyes and saw her gazing up at him, her blueeyes lit with happy.
“We’re pregnant, baby,” she whispered.
Then her body bucked and she let out a sob that ended in apeal of laughter that filled his office with bells.
Only then did Marcus smile.
Six and a half months later…
Marcus walked into the room.
