He steps closer and brushes his thumbs across my cheeks, catching tears I didn’t realize were falling. “You only run from things that don’t matter. You run to the ones that do.”
My heart aches because he’s right. I ran from my wedding, and I almost ran from him. And it felt so wrong because he feels so right.
“Do you want this?” he asks, searching my eyes.
And there’s the real question. It’s not power, responsibilities or business. It’s love. It’s family.
“I love you so much. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you, Callahan Bennett.”
He opens the ring box, and it’s a new ring. It’san oval set on a gold band, with an eternity wedding band encrusted with diamonds around it. It’s me, and it’s perfect.
He takes my hand and gently removes our old rings, the ones he bought online right before our fake ceremony. He slides the new ones on, and I love the way they look on my hand.
I step into him and kiss him like I’ve been starving for him. Because I have. Everything around us disappears, and it’s just him and me. His hands are on my waist, his mouth covering mine as he’s equally as hungry. He holds me like he’s never letting go, and when we both come up for air, we just stare at each other. He rests his forehead to mine.
“I missed you so much,” I confess.
“I missed you more,” he says.
“I hated you a little for not fighting for us.”
“I deserved it,” he says softly.
“There’s something I have to tell you. It might change everything.”
His expression shifts, and he braces himself. I recognize the protective and focused look. “What is it?”
My stomach dips. “I found something out after I left.”
His brow furrows. “Found out what?”
My hands shake because I’m terrified of what he’s going to say right now. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
“You’re going to be a dad.”
His eyes lock on mine, and he’s still. For a second, I begin to panic.
“I know this is a lot,” I rush out. “I didn’t plan it. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be a wife and a mom and run this company and be this person and...”
He cups my face gently. “Hey.”
I pause and realize his eyes are glassy.
“I don’t know either. I never had a dad. I had Jonah, but not a dad who lived with us,” he whispers.
The vulnerability in his voice nearly breaks me, and he continues. “But we can figure it out together.”
I close my eyes. Together. Yeah, we can.
“I’m going to be a dad,” he says as he lets out a shaky breath, as if he can’t believe it either. “You’re going to be a mom.”
His hand slides to my stomach, and he whispers in my ear, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“We’re building a family. And we’ll do it together,” he says quietly.
