Jake exhales sharply, like he’s coming to terms with it. But because I can’t leave well enough alone, because my mouth has a mind of its own when I’m emotional, I blurt out the thing that’s been sitting in the back of my mind all week.
“Besides, it’s just as well, I could be pregnant.”
The room goes still.
Jake freezes.
Scott freezes.
I freeze.
Oh. Oh, shit. Did I just say that?
Jake’s face drains of color, and then he groans, hands flying to his temples like he’s seconds from a migraine. “Jesus Christ, Bree. Seriously?”
Scott’s hand tightens on my hip, his other sliding across my stomach. He turns me toward him, his eyes blazing with something I can’t quite place, relief, possession, maybe even pride.
“Are you? It’s only been a week, Bree.” He asks.
I swallow. “I don’t know, maybe. I missed taking my pill each morning for the past week. I didn’t mean to, you kept distracting me.”
“Honey, that would make me the happiest person alive, but I think it’s too early to tell yet, don’t you?” he murmurs, so low only I can hear it.
Tears threaten again, but this time, they’re happy ones. “Yes, but I just thought I’d better warn you, you know. Just in case.”
Jake sighs loudly. “She’s all yours Scott.” He glares at Scott. “But this doesn’t mean I like what you did.”
Scott smirks. “Wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Jake shakes his head, muttering under his breath as he heads for the door. “Clara’s going to lose her damn mind when she hears this.”
When the door shuts behind him, I sag into Scott’s chest, laughing and crying at the same time. He holds me tight.
“So, you really want this?” I whisper. “Me. Here. Us?”
“More than anything, sweetheart.”
I smile up at him, knowing this is where I’m supposed to be.
With him. On this mountain. Forever.
Chapter 25: Scott
One Year Later.
One year of waking up with Bree Taylor beside me, every single morning.
One year of knowing this woman is mine, in every way that matters.
And now? Six months of knowing she’s carrying my daughter.
Every time I touch her, I feel it, that protective, possessive surge that’s only gotten stronger. She’s not just my woman now. She’s the mother of my child. My family.
So, yeah. I wake her up with my mouth between her thighs every damn morning like it’s my life’s mission, and when I’m not doing that, I’m fucking her slow and deep, because I need her. Because I love her. Because every inch of her belongs to me.
I’m still buried inside her, her body soft and warm against mine, my hand resting over the growing swell of her belly. My dick is still hard because, let’s be honest, with Bree, I’m always fucking hard.
I kiss her neck, dragging my mouth down to her shoulder, tasting the sweat on her skin. I run my hand up from her stomach to her breasts, cupping the fullness there, loving the way her body is changing, rounding, growing because of me.
