“Like crap. I feel like I’ve been sick the whole time I’ve known you.”

Smiling, he kissed her hand and then leaned over to kiss her lips. “You have not been sick the whole time. You were pregnant, which doesn’t count as sick, and you had the flu.”

“Why is everyone else over it, but I’m still feeling so bad?”

Owen didn’t let on that he’d asked himself that same question. “You…” He forgot what he was going to say as another thought struck him, one he hadn’t had before.

“What?”

He forced himself to meet her gaze. “Is it… Is it possible you might be pregnant again?”

Her face lost all remaining color, which wasn’t much to begin with. “No! I can’t be pregnant! Holden is only three months old!”

“Um, I hate to tell you that you can, in fact, be pregnant. Whether or not you are is something for Victoria to confirm, but don’t tell me it’s not possible. We haven’t exactly been careful.”

Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “I can’t be,” she whispered.

Touched by her dismay, he turned on his side and put his arms around her. “If you are, it certainly wouldn’t be the end of the world. We’re getting married in August, long before the baby would arrive. It’s all good, honey.”

“No, it isn’t. I can’t be throwing up all day every day in the midst of our busy season.”

Owen smiled into soft blonde hair that was so much like her son’s. “Maybe it won’t be as bad this time as it was with Holden.”

“It would certainly explain why I feel like death warmed over. Oh God, Owen! How could this have happened?”

“I can tell you if you really don’t know.”

“Don’t be funny,” she said between sobs. “There’s nothing funny about this.”

“Yes, there is.”

She punched his shoulder. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who pukes your guts up for months when you’re pregnant.”

Choking back a laugh he knew she wouldn’t appreciate, he tightened his arms around her. “I’m the one who scoops you up off the floor.”

“I’m not ready for another baby! I can barely handle the one I have.”

“You’re an awesome mom, and there’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“You have to say that. You did this to me.”

He drew back from her so he could see her pretty face, which was now puffy and red from crying. At least she had some color in her cheeks. “And it was the most fun I ever had doing anything to anyone.”

“Stop making jokes.”

He kissed the pout off her lips. “Stop acting like the world has ended.”