He leapt to his feet and lifted her in his arms, slamming his lips down on hers. She clung to him, making a little moaning sound. By the time he pulled back, she was starry eyed and her lips were swollen. He grinned down at her and lowered her carefully to her feet. “I can’t believe this.”
“I know. Me either.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “I think it’s from when I was on antibiotics last month. It messed with the pill.”
“Are you okay with this?” He gripped her shoulders, trying to swallow back his own excitement until he could make sure she was okay. “I know you didn’t want kids until your career was over.”
“I’m actually really happy.” She gave him a hesitant smile. “I didn’t think I would be but I’m ready. I want to be a mom. Want to see what our baby will look like. Are you happy?”
“Happy doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling,” he said, spinning her in his arms one more time. “I’m f**king ecstatic.”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “You’ll have to cut back on that. Garrett’s right.”
“I will. If I can keep my language clean at school then I’m sure I can keep it clean at home, too.” He nibbled on her finger. “But I have nine months to worry about that. Until then…”
She tugged him back toward the bedroom, her eyes smoky and dark with promise. “Yeah?”
“Until then, I can say…” He picked her up, carried her inside the hotel room, and gently tossed her on the soft bed. Crawling between her legs, he dropped a kiss on her belly. “I f**king love you, babe.”
“I f**king love you, too,” she murmured, love shining in her eyes. “But I’m not becoming a dance mom. And I’m not quitting dancing altogether.”
He grinned and undid her bikini bottom. “Of course not.”
“As long as we’re on the same page…keep doing what you’re doing,” she said, her voice breathless.
“Gladly.”
He grinned, knowing that life couldn’t get any better than this.