Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I just found out Thursday. I was a few days late, and I got a little… excited.”
“My baby,” he practically sings, pulling me into his arms and kissing me once more. “We’re having a baby.”
“I was going to tell you, promise, but I didn’t want to take anything away from Shayne and Ford’s wedding weekend. I figured I’d tell you when we got home, and then we can tell everyone else in a few weeks.”
The door to the reception hall opens and behind us I hear, “I told you they probably slipped outside for nooky,” Ford grumbles.
I snort and shake my head. “Aren’t you two supposed to be receptioning right now?” I ask.
The newlyweds stop in front of us, Ford holding his wife firmly against his chest. “Shayne was worried, so we thought we’d come make sure everything was all right.”
“Worried?” I ask, giving her my attention.
“I saw the looks on your faces when you quickly walked off the dance floor. I could tell something was wrong,” she says reasonably. “Spill.”
“It’s nothing,” I say, repeating the same thing I had said to Chad.
Problem is, Chad speaks at almost the exact same time. “Faith’s pregnant.”
I gasp and spin around to face him. “We weren’t saying anything,” I whisper-yell.
He’s smiling ear to ear and laughs. “I’m not sorry. I’ve been waiting months to say those words,” he states with a cocky smile.
“You’re pregnant?” Shayne asks.
I quickly turn back around and face my brother and sister-in-law. “Yes, but that doesn’t matter. This is your weekend. We won’t say a word to anyone,” I reassure her, hoping she doesn’t think I’m trying to upstage her.
“You’re pregnant?” she asks again, seeming a little shocked. “Holy crap, we’re going to be pregnant together?”
“Yes, but—wait, what?” I gape at her, trying to understand exactly what she’s saying.
Shayne smiles. “I found out last week, but we decided not to say anything until after the wedding.”
My twin steps up, pulling her into his arms again and adds, “This way we can tell everyone it was a honeymoon baby.”
I chuckle and throw my arms around them. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it! You’re pregnant too?”
“Yep! This is going to be so amazing,” she replies, hugging me tightly as Ford goes to shake Chad’s hand.
“Knocked up my twin sister. I’m not sure how I feel about this,” Ford teases, giving him the eye.
“Knocked up my wife, Gregory,” Chad corrects. “Congrats,” he adds, pulling his friend into a hug.
“Wow, I can’t believe this. Both pregnant at the same time. Our babies are going to be not only cousins, but the best of friends,” Shayne says, linking her arm through mine and slowly walking us back to the reception.
“Hey, you two go on in. I need one more minute with my wife,” Chad says as we reach the door.
“Fine, but no nooky,” Ford grumbles, taking Shayne’s hand and leading her back into the reception.
“No promises!” Chad hollers, earning a middle finger right before Ford disappears through the door.
“Come here, wife,” he says, pulling me into his arms once more. “Are you happy?”
I nod. “Very. I know we weren’t actively trying, but I guess we weren’t preventing it either.”
“No, we were trying. I was very much trying to put a baby in your belly. The moment you stopped taking birth control, it became my mission.”
Smiling, I shake my head and rest my cheek against his chest. I can hear the pounding of his heart and revel in the strong beat. “Well, whatever you want to call it, it worked.”
He grins wolfishly. “It was that night against the kitchen table. I gave you all my best moves that night, baby.”
My cheeks flush at the memories his words evoke. I’d never pictured myself getting bent over our table, but I’ll definitely never forget it anytime soon. Slipping my hands up his jaw and into his hair, I press my lips against his. “I love you, husband.”
“Love you, wife. More than ever.”
EPILOGUE CHAD
Chad
5 years later
I step through the front door and listen.
Coming home at the end of a busy shift is my favorite part of the day. Nothing beats the sounds home brings, especially the few minutes after I walk through the door.
“Daddy!” hollers our four-year-old son, Austin, the sound of his running feet hitting the hardwood floors follow in his wake.
I drop my bag and take a knee just before he comes barreling around the corner and flies into my arms. “How’s my favorite little man?” I ask, kissing his forehead.
It’s in that moment I realize he must have been snacking on something sticky and wet, because ten tacky fingers touch my face as he gives me a wide, toothy grin. “I dood.”
“Where’s your sister and mama?” I ask, picking him up and holding him to my chest as I go in search for the rest of my family.