“You are the most beautiful woman in this restaurant,” JP whispers in my ear as he presses kisses down my neck. “I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel.” Jacob and I had flown to Aspen for the weekend because it was December and also the first time he’d been off work for three consecutive days and he wanted to, and I quote, “have uninterrupted time with my wife’s pussy.” Now we are sitting in a rounded booth, his entire body wrapped around mine because he hasn’t been able to take his hands off of me since we got here yesterday. “As a matter of fact, why did we even come down here? We should have just ordered up to the room.”

I smile at him, knowing that he’s really going to want to get out of here the second I give him the news I’ve been sitting on since yesterday. I’m actually surprised he didn’t figure out when I had forgone champagne on the flight over but I think he was so exhausted from three consecutive eighty-hour workweeks and also so desperate to get inside of me that he didn’t realize that I hadn’t had a sip of alcohol since we got here.

“Dr. and Mrs. Price, good evening. I’m Victor, the sommelier. Can I interest you in some wine pairings? Dr. Price called ahead so I know your tastes, ma’am. Care to try one?”

“Oh!” I smile, not wanting Victor, no matter how lovely he is to be a part of this moment when I tell Jacob he’s going to be a father. “Can you just give us a second?”

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Do you not want wine? We can get something else,” he says, turning over the menu. I grab his hand and lace it with mine.

“JP.” I bite my bottom lip.

“Yes, beautiful.” He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it gently.

“I… can’t drink.”

His eyes widen and a large grin spreads across his perfect mouth. “No.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“You’re… pregnant?”

I nod again, the tears falling down my cheeks as he looks at my stomach and then back up at me. “We’re having a baby, JP.”

“Oh my God.” He pulls me into his arms and drops his forehead to mine. “Whitney,” he whispers before he kisses me gently. “I want to do so much more than that, but I don’t think the restaurant would appreciate me fucking you on this table.”

I giggle in response.

“We’re going to have a baby.”

“Are you happy?” I ask through my tears.

“Baby, I’m so happy.” He kisses me again. “We’re going to order in.” He gets out of the booth and holds his hand out for me.

“Wait, really!”