She yanked him to his feet and threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him over.
“Good. ’Cause I am too,” she said. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes. Crying—over anything—wasn’t her style. “I never thought I would fall so hard in love. But you are extraordinary in every possible way.”
“So, that’s a yes?”
She paused, wiped an errant tear, and grinned. “This is actually perfect,” she said. “Fiancée sounds so much better than baby mama.”
It took him a second. He’d been so focused on her saying yes to his proposal and the excitement that she had, that his brain needed a minute to switch gears.
“Wait, what?” He looked down at her stomach. “Are you? Are we?”
Tess nodded.
“But we’ve been so careful.”
“So careful?” Tess raised an eyebrow. “We’ve beensortacareful. At best.”
“Oh,” he said. “Yeah. There was that time after the Fall Festival when we let that old coot talk us into shots of his homemade moonshine.”
“First one tasted like paint thinner. But the rest went downrealsmooth.”
“I shudder to think of all the brain cells lost that night.”
“There was also that hoity-toity fundraiser we attended in Houston.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Hey, you can’t blame me for that one.” He smiled at the memory. “That fabulous red dress you wore tortured me all night.”
“Well, regardless of when or how, it happened.” She patted her midsection. “I’ve had some time to accept it. You need a minute? Or are you cool with it?”
He didn’t need a minute. Or even a second.
“Cool with it? Are you kidding me?” He lifted her off the ground and swung her around.
“Um. Unless you want to see my lunch, you’d better put me down.”
“Sorry.” He immediately set her back on her feet. “Is this why you’re nauseous?” It probably explained the tears too, but he wouldn’t mention that.
“I think so,” Tess said. “It’s not bad. Unless I’m talking about grilled cheese or spinning in circles.”
“Copy that.”
“So, you’re really happy about it?” Tess asked unnecessarily.
“I’m over the moon ecstatic,” he said. “Seriously!”
“It’s still kind of early. I’ve only taken an at-home test, so it’s notofficial, official. I haven’t told anyone else.”
“A little kit.” Logan rubbed her belly. “Get it?”
“A baby fox is called a kit, and your last name is Fox. I get it.” She chuckled. “How did I know you were gonna go there?”
“Tess, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth. I thought you agreeing to marry me would be a big win today. But this? This is unbelievably spectacular.”
“We’re gonna need a bigger place.”
“Great minds think alike,” he said. “My next pitch was about that very thing.”
“Oh, yeah. Whatcha got?”
