Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
The city lights illuminated Keaton’s face so I could see her features soften, her nerves seeming to settle a little.
“What’s your favorite type of music?”
I leaned in close and whispered right into her ear. “This one is top secret. Are you sure you can handle keeping such sensitive information to yourself?”
She giggled and shivered simultaneously. “I’m a vault, too.”
I was grateful that she wasn’t looking right at me when I told her my embarrassing secret, because I could feel the heat of a blush on my face. Yeah, the big, bad-boy billionaire was fucking blushing.
“Country music,” I muttered.
Keaton froze for a heartbeat, then she slapped her hands over her mouth. Her body shook, and moisture leaked from the corners of her dancing eyes.
“Aw come on, beautiful. I laid out my soul here and you’re laughing?” I teased.
I heard a muffled snort and couldn’t help joining in with her laughter. When we sobered, I took hold of her chin and turned her face so I was looking directly down at it. “Now, do you believe that I will answer anything you ask me honestly?” She nodded with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What did you really want to ask me?”
“Um…how many kids do you want?”
I was silent for a moment, searching her expression, wondering why this question seemed so different from the others. Usually, Keaton telegraphed all of her thoughts and emotions through her face and expressive eyes, but she was oddly unreadable.
“You don’t want kids, do you?” she asked suddenly in a small voice.
“That’s not it at all, beautiful.” My gaze flicked to her flat stomach before locking with hers again. “I was trying to decide if my answer would send you running in the opposite direction.”
Confusion drifted across her face, but she stayed mute, waiting.
“I want as many kids as my wife is willing to give me,” I replied truthfully. “I’m hoping she wants a big family, too.” We’d reached the house and were pulling into the dark garage, so I wasn’t able to gauge her expression. “Well, wife. Do you?”
Chapter Seven
KEATON
I bit down hard on my lip to try to stop myself from resorting back to my verbal vomit habit. It had taken me a couple of weeks to move past it again. But I’d discovered today that I wasn’t as comfortable around him as I’d thought—and the reason was currently the size of a sweet pea, if my suspicion was correct.
I was pretty darn sure it was, even though it’d taken me longer to catch on to what was going on than it probably should’ve. Between the sore breasts, irritability, late period, and all the unprotected sex Garret and I had been having, it was kind of a no-brainer.
Even though he’d just said he wanted as many children as his wife—me—would give him, I was still afraid to tell him I was pregnant. There was a big difference between wanting kids someday and being excited that you were going to be permanently tied to the wife you’d married for only a year. No matter how many times you’ve told her she was yours in the heat of the moment. But I wasn’t ever going to get a better opening than this one, so I needed to pull up my big-girl panties and get the ball rolling by answering Garret’s question.
I took a deep breath, rested my hand over my stomach again, and blurted out, “Yes, I’d love a big family. Being an only child was hard for me, especially after my mom died. I don’t want that for my children.”
“You mean that you don’t want that for our children, beautiful.” He pressed his hand against mine, right over where our little sweet pea almost definitely rested. “Because any children you have will be mine, too.”
My mind whirled with the implication of what he’d just done and said. Did he suspect I was pregnant? If so, was he okay with it? Because he seemed like maybe he was. Also, it wasn’t the heat of the moment. He’d pretty much just said outright that he expected us to be together for a lot longer than one year, if he was going to be the father of any children I had. It was all so confusing, and there was only one way to straighten it all out.
“What if the first one came in about eight months?”
“Eight months?” His hazel eyes widened before they filled with an air of wonder that left me no doubt that he was thrilled by the idea of me being pregnant. “As in you’re pregnant right now?” His tone was full of excitement, and it caused butterflies to erupt in my belly.
My gaze darted to the front seat of the car. Jack’s focus seemed to be on the road, but it felt weird to share something so important while we weren’t alone. “Maybe,” I whispered. “I haven’t taken a test yet, so I’m not sure.”