Page 72 of Love to Prove You Wrong

“Ready?” Justin asked as he shut the trunk.

“I’m ready, Crocodile Man.”

He opened the door of the car for me, but gently stopped me from getting in. Instead, he pulled me into a hug and put a kiss on the top of my head. Even after two years of bliss with him, I still had to pinch myself from time to time. His strong arms around me, his familiar scent, his mind-blowing kisses… I loved all of it. More importantly, I loved him.

He was still acting, but only took on movie parts he was truly excited about. And he made it a priority for us to spend as much time together as possible whenever he was shooting on location. The rest of the year, he was here with me, in Old Pine Cove.

I pulled away from his embrace. “No matter how much I want to keep hugging you, we need to get a move on.”

“You’re right, let’s go.”

We got into the car and Justin pulled out of our driveway. “So, have you thought about what we’ll tell people when they ask why you can’t eat oysters or drink champagne?”

I put my hand on my belly and smiled. “I’ll tell them I’m recovering from a nasty stomach bug and the doctor has ordered me to eat super healthy for a couple of weeks. What do you think?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I think people will buy that.”

“Besides, everyone will be focusing on you and your Oscar nomination. No one will monitor my food or drink intake. They’ll never guess I’m pregnant.”

“You’re right,” he said, glancing at my belly with a loving look in his eyes. “I’m actually happy that this pregnancy is still a secret. I love sharing something with you that no one else is privy to. I’m sure Kermit wouldn’t want his mommy to be chased by the paparazzi anyway.”

I chuckled. “We talked about this, Justin. We’re not naming the baby Kermit.”

“Why not? It’s a swell name.”

I shook my head and beamed at him. “I love you, but Kermit’s not a swell baby name. Besides, we can’t have a baby and an alpaca with the same name.”

He smiled back at me. “I can’t believe we’re discussing baby names. Remember how you used to hate me for being an immature jerk? What a turn of events. The best ever, of course.”

“Well, I’m glad you proved me wrong about being a jerk. I love how you keep making my dreams come true,” I said.

“And I will keep making them come true for the rest of our days,” he said.

I let out a contented sigh. I had married my dream guy, the inn was doing amazing, and in seven months we would welcome a baby into our home.

Life was absolutely perfect.