Page 26 of Hollywood Humbug (The Naughty List)

“Come with us, A,” Natalie demanded, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the house.

“I don’t know what Kane told you, but I’m fine,” I protested. They both looked at me with an expression our mother had perfected over the years. One that made just about anyone obey without question, although it was more effective coming from your mother rather than your sisters. Still…

Portia held up a little bag from the local drugstore and shook it. “Probably. We brought this to make sure.”

Natalie practically shoved me into the downstairs guest bathroom, then dragged in Portia and slammed the door shut. Portia pulled out a box and handed it to me. I glanced down, and my breath whooshed out of me. “No way. You really think that might be it?” I gasped.

Natalie put her hands on her hips and smirked. “You’ve been tired as hell lately. At brunch this week, the smell of bacon made you sick, and now you’re throwing up?”

Please, please, please. Let them be right.

“Take the test and find out,” Portia urged.

The toilet was in its own little room, so I let the girls stay while I went to pee on the little stick.

When I was done, I set the test on the sink, washed my hands, and waited.

Kane knocked on the door before the three minutes were up, but I already had my answer.

Portia opened it and murmured something to my husband before she and Natalie slipped away.

“Baby?” Kane frowned as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. “What is going on?”

Speechless, I picked up the test and held it in front of him, making sure the little window that said “Pregnant” was right side up.

“You’re…” His entire face lit up, and a wide grin split his face. “We’re having a baby?” he breathed, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.

“We’re having a baby,” I confirmed, my excitement just as palpable as his.

Kane’s mouth crashed into mine, and he kissed me deeply. “I love you more than anything, Scarlet Remington,” he mumbled against my lips. Then he withdrew, and the look of tenderness on his face brought tears to my eyes—stupid hormones.

“I love you, too.”

“And…I have to admit, knowing you’re knocked up makes me hot as fuck.”

Heat rushed through my body, scorching me everywhere and making me desperate for relief. I glanced at my watch and bit my lip. “Everyone will be here in two hours.”

“That’s plenty of time to make you scream at least twice,” drawled Kane, “and still be all cleaned up and gorgeous for the party.”

“You two better not be getting busy in there!” Natalie suddenly yelled through the door.

“It’s my house!” I shouted. “Go find a man to give you orgasms and leave us alone!”

Kane scooped me into his arms and opened the door, ignoring my giggling sisters as he made a beeline for the master suite.

Well over an hour later, I lay naked and sated across my husband’s chest. “Merry Christmas, Kane.”

He snuggled me even closer and rested his palm on my stomach. “Merry Christmas, baby.”