“Mm.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Okay. I see how it is.”
“I just wanted to do something nice to reconnect.”
“You did nice things for me all week. I loved all my surprises, and now I have a gift for you.” He moved me so I was straddling him, allowing me to feel how hard he was. I laughed. “Not that.” I swatted his chest playfully. “Well, not yet.”
He kissed my collarbone, the top of my breast. I moaned. It felt so good to be touched by him. Loved by him. I moaned at the feel of his hands on my body, worshipping me. I’d missed this, missedhim.
He groaned, gripping my hips as he guided me over him. “You sure?”
“I—” I squeezed my eyes shut. No, I wasn’t sure. But I had to do something first. I pressed a kiss to his cheek then stood. “Yes. I just need to do something real quick.”
He wrapped his hand around my wrist, attempting to pull me back to him. I cupped his cheek, knowing if I kissed him, I wouldn’t want to stop. “I’ll be right back.” I held his gaze. “Promise.”
He sighed and released me. “I’ll be here”
I dashed inside, grabbing a package from the counter and carrying it to my bedroom along with my carry-on bag. I closed the door and ripped open the package, smiling when I saw it. It was perfect.
I opened my suitcase, swapping out my shirt. Then I grabbed an empty shoebox and placed the items inside before headingtoward the back door. I took a deep breath, watching Frasier through the glass.
I placed my hand on my stomach. “Okay, baby. This is it.”
I stepped outside, trying to remain calm, cool, collected. Frasier’s eyes were tracking me, and I could tell he was wondering why I was wearing his jersey. And not just any jersey—a custom, one-of-a-kind Dartmouth jersey, thanks to the rhinestones that covered his name and number. Hopefully, it would all make sense soon.
I took a seat and placed the shoebox on the table. “I, um, I know we always say that we’re better together, and I truly believe that. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you away when I should’ve talked to you. We are a team, and I promise to do a better job of showing you that in the future.”
I placed the box on the table in front of him, holding my breath. He tilted his head, the edge of his mouth curling up ever so slightly.
“What’s this?” he asked, lifting the lid.
And then he stilled. My heart was beating like a drum, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear it.
Frasier picked up the tiny Hawks jersey. His eyes darted to mine and back to the jersey. And then he turned it over, swallowing hard when he noticed his name and number on the back.
“Bryn…” he whispered, a question and a prayer.
I flashed him a watery smile. “I hope you’re okay with adding another member to our team,” I said, trying not to cry as I handed him the sonogram pictures. “Because you’re going to be a dad.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
You’re going to be a dad.
Holy shit. I stared at the sonogram images again, then I looked to Bryn for confirmation, then to her stomach. Everything looked the same, but it wasn’t. Because she was carrying my child.Our child.
“I’m going to be a dad?” My voice cracked.
She nodded then let out a shaky, “Surprise!” complete with jazz hands, but it sounded more like a question.
Had she been worried about how I’d react? Because I was fucking elated. And clearly, I was doing a shitty job of showing it.
I was up and out of my chair, pulling her into my arms. “This is the best news.” I kissed the top of her head. Her temple. Her lips, wanting to both reassure her and shower her with love. “I love you.”
She smiled, cupping my cheek. “I love you too, Frasier.”
“We’re really…” I placed my hands on her stomach. “You’re really pregnant?”
She nodded, biting back a smile.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe this.” I picked her up and spun her in my arms. She giggled, and then I panicked, setting herdown gently. “I’m sorry. Was that too much? Are you okay?” I looked her over as if checking for an injury.
