Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Pregnant.” He stares at me, eyes moving to my belly.
“I’m pregnant,” I confirm.
He lifts me up into his arms in a back-crushing hug and it shoves all the air from my lungs. I slap his shoulders and he’s laughing, and I’m laughing, and he’s holding me on the sidewalk while a few construction guys watch from nearby, looking puzzled.
“I love you,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. “I never knew I’d get this lucky.”
“I love you too. And you’re right, you’re lucky, I’m the freaking best.”
He kisses me again and lets out a rumble from his throat. “We have a lot to do. Clothes, a nursery, a crib—”
“Go slow,” I say and stroke his cheek. “We have a lot of time. And we shouldn’t tell anyone just yet, not for a few more weeks, okay?”
“My mother is going to lose her mind when she finds out. The first grandchild.”
“The next generation of Biancos.”
The gravity of that seems to dawn on him. He takes a moment and looks out at all the construction before saying, “We’ll do it right.”
“Yeah, we will.” I take his hand in mine. “Come on. Your pregnant wife wants lunch.”
“My pregnant wife can have absolutely anything she wants whenever she wants it.”
I roll my eyes. “Easy, boy.”
He scoops me up into his arms. I laugh, swatting at him. “My pregnant wife will never walk on her own again,” he declares.
“That sounds terrible! Put me down!”
“Never.” He carries me up the stoop and into the house, and I’m trying to twist away, but his arms are too strong and I might as well give in, because he’s got me, and I’m not going anywhere.