Page 36 of Her Outlaw Prisoner

His brows furrow. “Sure of what?”

I take a breath, smile, and let it spill. “I’m pregnant.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. His whole body goes still.

“Pregnant?” he echoes.

“Yes,” I whisper. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Suddenly, his whole face lights up with a smile that threatens to split his face. His hand flies to my stomach, covering mine, his eyes wide and glistening.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “We’re having a baby.”

I nod, and he lets out a disbelieving laugh, filled with so much awe it cracks something inside me.

He sits up, cups my face in both hands, and kisses me fiercely, yet so gently. “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

Tears sting my eyes. “You’re not scared?”

“I’m terrified.” He grins. “But also excited as hell.”

His hand returns to my belly, thumb stroking softly like he’s already bonding with our baby. “They’re going to have your smile,” he murmurs. “And your fire. God, I hope they have your fire.”

“Or your stubbornness,” I tease, leaning into his palm.

“Either way,” he says, voice thick with emotion, “they’re going to be so loved. Protected. Safe.”

I nod, letting myself believe it…really believe it. “We made it.”

“We did,” he whispers. “And now we’ve got forever.”

He pulls me into his arms again, holding me like I’m the most precious thing in the world. And I guess…I am. To him. Just like he is to me.

Our life isn’t perfect.

But it’s ours.

And now, it’s about to get even better.

~The End