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They had built this marriage on honesty. On trust as well as love. And they would get through this moment like so many others. He had to believe that.
Tucking a knuckle under her chin, he lifted her face until that translucent blue-green gaze connected with his.
‘Cerys…’ he said, skimming his thumb over her bottom lip, chewed raw now. ‘Is there something you wish to tell me?’
She blinked slowly, the pink flush galloping up her neck, but the naked hope in her eyes had every one of his fears dissolving as the giddy rush of joy forced him to lock his knees again.
‘You… You know?’ she whispered. ‘How do you know?’
He grinned.Dios, this woman… How could he adore her any more?
‘Five minutes spent digging through the bathroom trash…’ He huffed, trying to sound indignant but getting overjoyed instead. ‘Why exactly do you use so many tissues, by the way?’
Her gaze lit up with the innocent joy he loved.
‘You’re not upset?’ she asked, even though she had to be able to see his answer, because it felt as if his whole body was lit up too.
‘About the fact that you are having my baby?’ His gaze dipped and he pressed his hand to her belly, to caress the spot where their son or daughter was probably already the size of a pea. ‘No… I am ecstatic.’
He dipped his head to capture her sob of relief on his lips in a reverent kiss. But then he reached around her waist to pull her tightly against him, the heat surging as it always did, alongside the joy, and whispered in her ear, ‘Your tissue addiction, though, is a problem we may need to remedy.’
She was still laughing as he carried her up to their bedroom to show her exactly how much he worshipped and adored her… And how much he would love all the children he hoped to give her one day.