She cupped the back of his head, holding him there. “I think it happened that first night in the tent.” Spring had hit early—mid-May—and they’d gone camping. She’d forgotten to take her birth control pills with her. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she’d forgotten to take them. So, they’d had plenty of unprotected sex. “I mean, I’m the dummy who forgot to take my pills.”

“I knew. You think I didn’t notice? I didn’t care. You never have to take a pill again. We can just keep popping babies out. And, since the house isn’t finished yet, we can make it twice this size. We can make ten bedrooms.”

She laughed. “Maybe slow down a little? First, let’s get our heads on right for Archibald. But I’m so happy you want this baby as much as I do.”

He gazed up at her. “Of course I want him.”

“I see that, but you’ve always talked about not being able to see yourself as a father.”

“Well, until you came along I couldn’t. After…I didn’t say anything because I thought you weren’t ready to be a mom.” He searched her gaze. Are you?

“I wasn’t ready to produce an heir. But I want your baby. I want everything with you.”

His eyes warmed, before turning concerned. “You sure about that?”

“Yes. I love you, Brodie. I love you so much, and you’re going to be the best daddy in the world. Now, get up here and kiss me.”

“Can’t. Not yet.”

“Fine.” She got to her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. God, every single time they touched sparks flashed in the air around them. Only, this kiss felt softer, sweeter, more reverent. Knowing he wanted this baby as much as she did, embracing in the room where they’d one day soon change diapers and rock their baby to sleep and cuddle on the window seat reading picture books…made everything deeper, richer, fuller.

Grabbing her ass, he drew her hard up against him, and he moaned deep in his throat. His hands pushed under the waistline of her jeans and squeezed her bare ass. The kiss turned carnal.

Abruptly, he pulled away. “Damn, you get me so worked up. I, uh, I’ve got something to say to you, too.”

His strong shoulders stretched the cotton of his T-shirt, and his dark hair curled at the back of his neck. The intensity in his blue eyes stirred a hunger deep inside her. “Can we make-out a little more first?”

He grinned. “We can make out whenever you want.” But then he grew serious. “But, first, let me ask you something.”

“Can we do it standing up?”

“Yeah, good idea. You stand up.”

Her knees hurt on the hard wood floor, so she got up.