He shakes his head but he lies down while mumbling, “Also the only woman I’ll take orders from.”
Once he’s fully stretched out in front of me, I drink in the stunning man before me.
“What’s that look for?” he asks.
“Just enjoying the view,” I say, and then I crawl over him. I straddle his hips and then lower myself onto him. Once he’s inside me I still, just taking in the feel of him. It feels like I’m home. Finally.
I’m biting my nails as I leave the hardware store. I’m so nervous. Shit.
I get in the truck and then turn to face Alex. He starts to drive off. Smiling at me, he asks, “Did you have a good day?”
I bite my bottom lip and then just blurt the words out, “I’m pregnant.”
He stops the truck in the middle of the road and just stares at me.
“Did you hear what I said?” I ask nervously, and I go back to biting my thumb nail.
Slowly, he nods, and then a smile spreads across his face. “We’re pregnant?” he asks and I watch as emotion floods his face.
Someone hoots behind us, and he quickly starts the truck again. We drive in silence for a while and my nerves start to get the better of me again.
Then he just pulls over. He grabs me to his chest and kisses me hard. “We’re pregnant?” he asks again.
“Well, I don’t know about the ‘we’ part. I’m the one doing all the work.”
“My sperm had to swim its ass off for that egg, give it some credit,” he says all serious, but I see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Your sperm didn’t take my egg on a date. Your sperm is so in the dog box.”
A huge grin spreads over his face and then he turns the truck around and drives back into town.
“Where are we going?” I ask, giddy with happiness that he’s handling the news so well.
“The sperm is taking the egg to dinner.”
I burst out laughing as he stops in front of the diner. He runs around the front and opens the door for me. He helps me out, letting me slide down the front of his body, and then his eyes start to shimmer with tears and it instantly makes me want to cry.
“I’m taking my beautiful pregnant wife to dinner,” he whispers, and a tear slips down his cheek.
All choked up, I whisper, “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m so fucking happy. I’m so happy that you chose to stay with me. I’m so happy that you live me. I’m so happy that you’re going to have my child.”
“I’m happy, too,” I whisper and then I stand on my toes so I can reach his lips. “Thank you for making every one of my dreams come true.”
“I did?” he asks, holding back on the kiss.
“Yeah.” I inch a little closer to his mouth. “I just wanted a husband who loves me, and a house full of kids. That’s all I ever wanted.”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and I smile against his mouth. “We’ll have to get a bigger house for all those kids.”
“I’d like that.”
I press a kiss to his mouth and then he pulls back. Taking my hand he leads me into the diner. “Time to feed my wife and kid.”
His wife.
His kid.
I place my hand over my stomach and swallow back the emotions.
My husband.
Our child.
I’m so thankful. I’m overflowing with gratefulness for this man and another chance at being a mother.
It was a long and hard road to get here. It’s a road that brought me to Alex Jackson. I’d walk that road again, but only for him.
Just a note from me…
This book is so close to my heart.
I got to deal with a lot while writing it. If you’re in a dark place, I hope it will offer you some sense of comfort.
Please, stay strong! It will get better.
You’re priceless.
Don’t let anyone make you feel worthless.
Hugs,
Michelle.