“What?” he breathed, feeling his shoulders sag from the lack of weight they’d been carrying. “I am?”
Emily nodded, tears falling in a torrent. “Yes, you are. I checked and—”
It was Gavin’s turn to cut her off. He surged his hands through her hair, pulling her into his mouth again. Mind un-fucked, Gavin spoke between worshipping her lips. “Are you sure? Tell me you’re sure, Emily.”
“I’m positive,” she cried, holding his face as she kissed him back as feverishly as he was kissing her. “He’s yours, Gavin. He’s yours.”
“Jesus,” Olivia quipped, making her way over to them. “There’re plenty of bedrooms. I mean, it’s a mansion, Blake. Take her inside.” Emily giggled and wiped away her tears. Brows furrowed, Olivia looked confused as all hell. “Okay. Wait a minute. You’re crying, but you’re kissing him? Did I miss something?”
Gavin grinned, tossing his arm over Emily’s shoulder. “Yeah. You missed the memo that says I’m Noah’s father.”
Olivia’s eyes went wide. “Shut the cellar door!” She all but hopped into Gavin’s arms, her squeals pitching above the blasting fireworks. “Are you guys for real? He’s the baby daddy?”
“Yes,” Emily laughed as Olivia bear hugged her. “He’s the baby daddy.”
Gavin smacked his smiling lips together. “The swoon-worthy baby daddy.”
Clapping, Olivia started running toward the stairs to the beach. “I’m going to get everyone!”
“You go right ahead,” Gavin called out. With his smile as wide as ever, he draped his arm over Emily’s shoulder. Grazing his nose against hers, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you know how happy I’m going to make you?”
Emily smiled as her body let go of the last bit of tension curling through it. “I’m not sure you can make me any happier than you already have.”
“Do you doubt my happy making skills?”
“I guess I just did,” Emily giggled.
After celebrating the news with their friends and family, Gavin followed Emily upstairs. She had a doctor’s appointment in the city tomorrow at four o’clock, and they planned on leaving relatively early to beat the holiday traffic. Before making the trip, Gavin planned on letting Dillon know not to bother showing up. He more than looked forward to making that call. Actually, he was pretty fucking sure he was going to record it. Still in shock he was no longer in purgatory, and feeling as if he were finally in heaven, Gavin couldn’t help the smile molding his face when Emily crawled into bed next to him. As she lay back against the pillows, he also couldn’t help but slide his body down the bed. He trailed kisses from her neck, down the graceful curve of her shoulder, and ultimately along the side of her stomach. Gavin slowly lifted her silk camisole, his smile widening as he settled his lips over the bare flesh of her belly holding his child. “Noah,” Gavin whispered, kissing just below her navel. “Noah Alexander Blake.”
Emily let out a satisfied sigh. “I like the way that sounds.”
“I do too.” Gavin kissed her stomach again and reached for her hand. Intertwining their fingers, he kissed each of hers, and looked at her. “Thank you.”
Emily buried her free hand in his hair, stroking it away from his forehead. The look in his eyes, gentle tone of his voice, and the smile on his face had her heart bursting with love. “Thank you,” she whispered, a single tear breaking loose. “Thank you so much.”
Gavin rested his cheek on top of her stomach, chuckling when a little wave rolled across it. “Arm?” he questioned, enjoying the way it felt.
“Possibly.” Smiling, Emily looked down at the movement. “Maybe his butt?”
Gavin shrugged, basking in the moment. “I wonder if he’ll suck at bottle caps like his mother.”
“I wonder if he’ll be a wiseass like his father.”
Gavin quirked a brow as he drew circles around her belly button. “A blue-eyed, sucky bottle cap playing wiseass. I like it.”
Emily giggled. “Me, too.”
Gavin kissed her stomach again, a devious smile tipping his lips. “I wonder if he’ll hate your Birds as much as I do.”
Emily groaned, tossing her head back onto the pillow. “I wonder if he’ll be a bigger wiseass than his father.”
“Lame comeback. You just used that one.”
“It’s fitting for the wiseass it was aimed at.”
“Can’t say I disagree.” Gavin rained a slew of slow kisses along every inch of Emily’s stomach, watching tiny goose bumps pop up over her flesh. “I wonder if he’ll know just how beautiful his mother is, inside and out.”
Emily touched Gavin’s cheek, her soul warmed by his words. “I wonder if he’ll be every bit of the man his father is.”