Page 220 of Savage Suit

It was honey-glazed salmon with a side of asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes, ingredients I hadn’t known were in the fridge. Since our arrival, we’d eaten at local restaurants. He’d also been courteous enough to pour us a glass of my favorite rosé wine.

“Yep. It’s just one of my many talents,” he bragged, sipping his wine.

My glass remained untouched. “I’m happy my husband is so multifaceted.”

Noah’s gifts to me, sent through Reid and couched as work-related, were sinking in. Although he’d gone overboard, he’d left me no room to argue. The envelope Reid had with him when he visited had found its way into my luggage. Everything he spoke of was written in black and white. I couldn’t prove most of the details had been added after the fact, so I let it go.

I accepted the position as Chief Marketing Officer and the shares to Keegan Enterprises. As for Amage, Noah talked me into being majority owner. Boyd’s compensation would be tied into company performance. The Amage brothers, minus Claude, agreed to salaried positions with ridiculously small stock shares. Noah, Reid, Nathaniel and Graham also had shares and were on the board, while Quinn, Logan, Alessia, and Soraya were non-voting shareholders.

Noah finished off his wine, before refilling his glass. “I’m pleased I married a woman brilliant enough to recognize how multifaceted her husband is.”

“You’re so humble,” I giggled, blowing him a kiss.

He winked at me and drank again. “You haven’t touched your wine,” he noted.

Tension hit me as I searched for words to inform him of my news. While he’d prepared our five-star meal, I utilized the pregnancy tests Alessia packed for me. Then, seeing the results, I’d lingered in the tub to soak away my sudden stress.

I’d taken five pregnancy tests, and all were positive.

I remembered my pill most days, but how could I explain that? My carelessness left me uncertain about my impending motherhood and Noah’s reaction.

We hadn’t had a chance to savor our marriage yet. Fuck, we’d barely adjusted tobeingmarried. We were still on our fucking honeymoon.

“We’ve talked about children before. And…” Drawing in a deep breath, I searched for a way to continue.

His eyebrows snapped together. He scrutinized me, my eyes, my face, my tits. I groaned at the shock widening his eyes.

“You’re…you’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

Smart man that he was, Noah pieced everything together from my few words.

I swallowed and nodded curtly, unsure what his reaction meant. I fiddled with my hair, searching my husband’s face, and waiting for him to speak. To say something. Anything.

“With…my child?”

Okay, not anything, especially that.

Insulted, I glared at him. “Yes, dick! Who’s else would it be?”

“I didn’t mean it that way, Ryan!”

“What other fucking way could you mean it?” I grouched. “You were either implying the baby isn’t yours or I’m pregnant with your fucking alien.”

Myriad emotions played across his face. “It’s just…wow. You’re pregnant.” He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “How far along are you?”

That question could mean so many different scenarios. “Between four and eight weeks,” I said carefully, wondering if he wanted to know because he wanted to protect me even more than normal. He’d ban me from diving again. We’d ferry to the mainland, where the pilot and plane awaited our beck and call and return home immediately. Or he didn’t want the baby and—

“Between four and eight weeks?” he finally echoed. “That’s a difference of four weeks.” He looked bewildered. “You can’t be more precise?”

“Not until I see a doctor. I just confirmed my pregnancy upstairs with home tests. Five,” I added.

“I see.” He snapped his mouth shut.

My pulse sped up and fear he’d reject the idea of parenthood slid into me. Then I called myself foolish. Noah was a good man and family meant everything to him. My pregnancy was unexpected, but we loved each other completely. Still, his silence and inscrutability wore on me.

“Well?” I probed after several minutes of enduring his silence.

“I bought us a house on the other side of the Lincoln Tunnel. Far enough to keep away from city life's downside, but only a drive away from our family and friends. It was built in 1923, which I figured you’d love since you’re obsessed with the decade’s building style.”