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He opens the ring box and shows me a beautiful, simple diamond ring that sparkles up at me from its platinum setting.
“Wanna try this on?”
He takes my hand—and stops.
Because I’m still clutching the pregnancy test in my fist, forgotten in the happy moment.
“Lainey?”
I unclench my hand and offer him the stick. “Two lines.”
He looks from the test to me, his brown eyes wide. “Does two lines mean what I think it means?”
I smile through my tears. “We’re having a baby.”
He whoops, then hugs me again. “You beautiful, amazing woman. You’re pregnant? I love you so much.”
He’s rambling, but I don’t care. I cling on to him, and when he scoops me up to carry me to the couch, I bury my face in his chest, content and safe.
He lands heavily on the cushions, and I settle on his lap, straddling his hips.
“Can I have the ring now?” I set the test aside and offer him my hand.
“Gods, yes.”
He carefully slides the ring on my finger. It’s a little loose, which is good since my hands are still cold from being outside, but not enough to slide off my finger. I stare at it, admiring the sparkle of the diamond.
“Fuck, I didn’t think I’d love seeing it on you so much.” Bowen’s voice drops to a growl, and he takes my hips in his big hands, squeezing. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since our first call.”
I kiss him, needy and ravenous for more. Squirming in his lap, I gasp as my core brushes over the ridge of his cock, already hardening in his pants.
“I want to see you.” He moves his palms under the hem of my Christmas sweater, then untucks my blouse from my jeans. “I want to see where you’re carrying my baby.”
I giggle but lift my arms so he can yank my clothes off. “The bump’s not visible yet. It won’t be for a while. The baby’s probably only a few cells now, just hanging out in there.”
He stares at my tits, snug in my red bra, the one I put on because it’s Christmas.
“I don’t care,” he rumbles. “Can we still have sex? You’re feeling okay? It won’t…”
I palm his cheeks and tip his head so he’s forced to look at me. “I read that sex is allowed all through the pregnancy as long as both mom and baby are healthy. And I’ll be very upset if you start treating me like I’m breakable now, Bowen.”
He shivers at my touch. “Okay, yeah. I’ll read your book. Fuck, I’ll read all the books.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder and blows out a long breath. “Gods, I’ve never been happy, horny, and worried at the same time.”
I snort, unable to keep it back. “Would it help to know that I’m wet because I can feel how hard you are for me?”
He lifts his head and focuses on me. “Yeah, that would definitely go a long way toward clearing things up for me.”
“Good.” I settle more firmly on top of him and grind my hips over him. “Because I am. I think it could also be baby hormones. Sometimes women can feel hornier than before.”
“Really?” He slides his hands up my body and cups my tits, then rubs his thumbs over my nipples. “You’re not feeling sick?”
“Not right now. It comes and goes,” I admit. “But right now, I’m just really excited and want to fuck my fiancé.”
His eyes darken at this. “Oh, I like that. How soon do you think I can get you to call me your husband?”
“Soon,” I promise. “I don’t want a big wedding. I only care about marrying you, not how many people see us do it.”
