“Yes. I’ll marry you, Mr. Darcy.” She grinned.
“Good, because I’m so in love with you, Lizzy. I don’t even want to wait until four.”
She smoothed her hands up his shoulders. “I feel the same. I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone. You know, I think this may be the most spur-of-the-moment thing you have ever done, William. I’m a little caught off guard.”
“Oh, I don’t know, going to Paris was pretty spontaneous, but this ranks up there. It feels good to live with your zest for life again. Now, what did you want to tell me?”
“Right.Spontaneity.Now would be the perfect time.” She swallowed hard, not quite prepared or equipped to say what she wanted to or felt, for that matter. It was still new, even if she’dbeen obsessed with the idea of it for the last four weeks. “Okay, so about the painting—of me ...”
“I was only joking. Hang it in the spare bedroom downstairs if you want. It’s your place now.”
“No, I can’t hang it there. So ... um, aboutextemporaneousdecisions,” she tried again, heart thundering. “Whew. That night ... when I,without any forethought, seduced you on the beach ...”
“Yeah, that night, wow. I’m glad you just went with the flow. Talk about getting lucky. Sorta like on the beach Saturday night at Beanz’s wedding.”
“Yeah ... so ... wow ... boy, that nightin June, I sure did go with the flow, all right. I wentallin and scored big time.”
“I did, too, if memory serves.” He chuckled.
“Yes, you did.” She leaned over to his ear and whispered. “We made a baby. You’re going to be a daddy in March.”
William’s eyes sparkled, and he grinned, then whispered with a chuckle into her ear, “I know.”
Shocked, she asked. “What? How do you know?”
“You mean apart from your skipping periods?”
“Yeah. I wondered if you noticed. What else?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes!”
He smiled wickedly, then cracked his knuckles, followed by a wiggle of his fingers.
“Uh, oh,” she laughed.
Sliding a hand under the overall bib, he cupped her swollen breast, then brushed his thumb over her super-sensitive nipple, shooting her to an orgasmic-level response. If this weren’t such a serious conversation, she’d jump his bones right here. She moaned, enjoying the tickle to her womanhood.
“Exactly. Did you really think I would overlook this highly tantalizing change?” He chuckled, and so did she.
“Well, you have been overly preoccupied with them of late.”
“How could I not? Damn. Turns out the internet has a lot more to offer than French word translation.” He grinned. “A quick search confirmed my speculation after I realized that using protection hasn’t been on our radar, then or even now. And then you stopped drinking wine, coupled with your voracious sexual appetite. Hell, we didn’t even make it to the room on Saturday night.”
“No one saw,” she deadpanned, then laughed. “But, you’re right, that was a bit risqué with all those people on the beach.”
“And the moaning.” He dropped a peck to her lips.
“Oh, God, was I that loud?”
“I didnotmind a replay of June’s beach romp.”
“No, you sure didn’t. So, you’re happy about this speed mode turn of events?”
“Hellyeah! It’s incredible,Mrs. Darcy.”
She giggled, “I love the sound of that! Seriously, though, are youreallyhappy? A baby?”
