“I, um—” She glanced down and away. “I found out when I was in the hospital in Seattle.”
My eyes widened.Seattle?She’d known sinceSeattle?That was weeks ago.
“I kind of freaked out a little.”
“And now?” I asked, hating that she’d been dealing with this all on her own.
It hurt that she felt the need to keep this, or anything, from me. But I was trying to respect the fact that she’d needed time to work things out on her own. My first inclination was always to rush in and fix things, but sometimes that wasn’t the best option.
“I was always happy about it,” she said. “Please don’t ever doubt that. I just… It was such a big surprise. And there was so much going on that night and since.”
“I wish you’d told me, but I’m glad I know now.” I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers.
She cupped the nape of my neck, holding me in place. It was sweet and tender, expressing everything our words couldn’t quite convey.I’m sorry. I love you. I’m here for you—always.
“I missed you,” she said when I leaned my forehead to hers. “Missed this.”
I nodded. I’d missed her more than words could say. And now that she was pregnant, I had no idea how I was going to handle being away from her when I had to travel for games. I squeezed my eyes shut, already dreading it. Because I loved hockey, but I loved Bryn more.
“You okay?” she asked, and I didn’t want to think about anything else in this moment.
“Happy,” I said, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “So happy.”
I glanced down at her jersey, plucking at the front. “Also…where’d you get this?” Seeing her wear my name and number was always hot, but especially so tonight. I felt possessive, primal. Maybe it was because it was my college jersey, or maybeit was just because it was Bryn. The woman I loved. The mother of my child.
She cleared her throat, though it sounded almost as if she was trying not to laugh. “Allie had it.”
I sensed there was more to that story, but I didn’t push. What mattered was that Bryn was here in my arms, right where she belonged.
“Are we okay?” she asked, and she seemed so uncertain. I hated it.
“Bryn.” I cupped her cheek, softening. “We’re good. At least on my end.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry. I know I screwed up, and these pregnancy hormones make me feel…” She shook her head. “Like my emotions are all a little too close to the surface or something.”
“Are we good on your end?” I asked. “Or do you need me to provide some reassurance?”
She arched one brow, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. “What kind of reassurance?”
I chuckled, brushing her hair away from her face. “You tell me. I’m at your service.”
She tugged on my shirt, pulling me back down to her. “Well, since we are in Anguilla, it would be a shame to waste such a nice cabana.”
“We can’t have that.” I slanted my mouth over hers, pulling her on top of me.
I placed my hands on her hips, my cock already aching to be inside her. Her hair fell down, shielding us in a golden cocoon.
“Hi.” She smiled.
“Hi.” I returned her smile. I’d never imagined that I could be this happy.
“Are you waiting for a personal invitation or something?” she teased, kissing my cheek, my brow, my nose, my lips.
“I’m just not sure where to start. I want you naked, but I want to see you in only my jersey. I want to be gentle and tender and loving, but I want to pound into you.”
She laughed. “Do it all. We have time.”
“What do you want?” I asked, skimming my hands up her sides so I was cupping her breasts. She moaned, pressing into my hands.
