Page 108 of Under the Radar

“What else? The other night?” I teased. “I tried to keep my hands to myself. It’s not my fault you look sexy trying on bathing suits for our honeymoon.”

Hannah shook her head, laughing. “You know, I kinda have a gift for you too. It’s not diamonds, but I think you’ll like it.”

I pressed my lips to her ear. “Did you order that little number I saw you looking at? The mechanic one?”

When I saw it the other night, I suddenly understood Maxx and his obsession with Charly’s outfits. The frilly, barely there mechanic’s uniform was what wet dreams were made of.

At least mine.

“Well, I may have ordered it.”

“Can we leave now then, please?”

“Chase,” she admonished, frowning at me. “Get your mind off sex.”

I kissed her head. “Sorry, Cinnamon. The thought of making love to my wife is rampant in my head.” I pulled her closer. “Both of them.”

Her breath caught. “Oh yes. I mean, wait. I want to give you my present.”

“Okay.”

“We need a little privacy.”

I looked around. The dance floor was busy, people laughing, talking, drinking. Kelly had finally stopped taking pictures, and for the most part, everyone was ignoring us for a moment while we danced. I shuffled us into a darker corner, my back to the dance floor. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

She took my hand and slid it between us. “The baby is making me tired.”

I was confused. “What baby?”

She lifted her eyebrows, and I froze, her hand holding mine to her stomach. “Baby?” I repeated.

“Yes. Our baby.”

It took me a moment. Then it hit me. I gave her diamonds. She was giving me a child.

I pressed my forehead to hers, my voice thick with emotion. “Hannah. Oh my God, Hannah.”

“You’re going to be a daddy.”

I didn’t care where we were. Who was watching. All I cared about was the words she shared and what they meant. I picked her up, holding her tightly, and kissed her. I kissed her until she was breathless and people were clapping. No one knew why, thinking we were simply acting like newlyweds, and I was happy to keep it that way for now.

I buried my face into her neck. “Say it again.”

“We’re going to be parents, Chase. You, me, and Baby G.”

I began to laugh. “Baby G. Perfect. You’re okay? How far? Do you know what it is?”

She cupped my face. “I’m fine. About six weeks, and no, I don’t know yet. We’ll find out together.”

I nodded. “Together.” Then I grinned. “This sort of makes Charly a nan. When can we tell her?”

She smiled. “Soon. Until then, just us. I haven’t even told my mom.” She looked at me. “Can you keep Baby G a secret?”

“I can try. It might be a good thing we’re going on our honeymoon tomorrow. I can last two weeks.” I smiled. “Or at least try to.”

I slipped my hand between us again, resting it on her still-flat stomach. “He or she is right here. Baby G is in da house.”