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narrowed his eyes, playful and inherently sexy.
“Well?”
“Don’t you have an email to draft?” she asked. “A drawing to correct?”
“Right now, I have a cubbyhouse to build. Might take me until he’s a freshman in high school…”
She laughed again, and then rested her palms on the top of her belly. “You’re really not going anywhere, are you?”
He looked at her as if that were a trick question. Then, his boots crunching on the snow, he stepped closer. Actually took her hand for the first time in months.
“You and I are having a baby,” he said. “And he, or she, will know their father. Will see him every single day until you’re both sick of the sight of him.”
“Or until you get tired of hitting your thumb and want to get back to being a boss.”
Griffin’s gaze intensified. He almost looked hurt.
“I don’t want to be a boss as much as I want to be a father. Have a family. And I want that with you.” He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her inside wrist. “ Only you.”
Vanessa’s heart squeezed so much, her head began to tingle. She siphoned in a quivering breath, tried to ground her feelings.
She must have looked faint or something because Griffin’s brows knitted before he gently raised her chin with a knuckle. “The baby…?”
“I’m not in labor, Griffin. I’m―”
“In love.” He cupped her cheek as he smiled and murmured, “Me, too. For the longest time.”
Her heartbeat was pounding. Her lips suddenly felt too rubbery to form a single word. She swallowed against the lump and got it out.
“You never said.”
“It feels right now, don’t you think?” He grinned. “More right than chocolate with caramel. Or carols at Christmas time.” He searched her eyes. “You and me. We feel right. And our beautiful baby makes three.”
His lips touched hers and all those incredible, wonderful feelings came rushing back, sweeping her away until knees were weak and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Then his mouth covered hers and the struggle and uncertainty washed away. She felt only love and trust and hope.
Most of all she felt faith. In him. In their future.
As the kiss broke, he held her as close as her big belly allowed. “I love you, Nessa.”
She tried to firm up her wobbling lower lip. “I love you too.”
“I’ll always love you.” His brow pinched. “Do you believe me?”
Action spoke louder than words, so she leaned in and showed him just how much.
Epilogue
Griffin was a wreck.
He’d told himself a thousand times. Nothing would go wrong. He and Nessa had something so amazing and special―so meant to be―fate could never be that cruel.
But, if anything did happen…
Griffin lowered his head into his hands.
Beside him, his mother reached and squeezed his shoulder. “Vanessa is in excellent hands, Giffy. Any minute now, the doctor will come striding out with the good news.”
Griffin’s stomach only twisted more. He couldn’t swallow over the stone aching and stuck in his throat. Two hours ago, Nessa had shaken him awake, saying all kinds of stuff in a rush that didn’t make sense. Then he felt warmth seep across the sheet. He caught the faint metallic scent of blood.
She said she could walk but he’d carried her to the car. When he went back to grab the bag she’d packed for the hospital and his coat. Rushing out again, he checked the inside pocket, felt the jewelry box.
He’d planned to ask her after the baby was born.
Now, more people rushed into the waiting room. Max Devlin and his wife Olivia, and Emma Bagwell. Belinda Slade and Helene had arrived a few minutes earlier.
“We heard,” Emma said, sinking into a seat right next to him as she removed her winter gloves. “How is she?”
Griffin knew he should answer but he couldn’t. Every morsel of strength was needed to keep focused. To concentrate on this day ending well. There would be laughter and hugs and why the hell wouldn’t anyone come through
“Well?”
“Don’t you have an email to draft?” she asked. “A drawing to correct?”
“Right now, I have a cubbyhouse to build. Might take me until he’s a freshman in high school…”
She laughed again, and then rested her palms on the top of her belly. “You’re really not going anywhere, are you?”
He looked at her as if that were a trick question. Then, his boots crunching on the snow, he stepped closer. Actually took her hand for the first time in months.
“You and I are having a baby,” he said. “And he, or she, will know their father. Will see him every single day until you’re both sick of the sight of him.”
“Or until you get tired of hitting your thumb and want to get back to being a boss.”
Griffin’s gaze intensified. He almost looked hurt.
“I don’t want to be a boss as much as I want to be a father. Have a family. And I want that with you.” He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her inside wrist. “ Only you.”
Vanessa’s heart squeezed so much, her head began to tingle. She siphoned in a quivering breath, tried to ground her feelings.
She must have looked faint or something because Griffin’s brows knitted before he gently raised her chin with a knuckle. “The baby…?”
“I’m not in labor, Griffin. I’m―”
“In love.” He cupped her cheek as he smiled and murmured, “Me, too. For the longest time.”
Her heartbeat was pounding. Her lips suddenly felt too rubbery to form a single word. She swallowed against the lump and got it out.
“You never said.”
“It feels right now, don’t you think?” He grinned. “More right than chocolate with caramel. Or carols at Christmas time.” He searched her eyes. “You and me. We feel right. And our beautiful baby makes three.”
His lips touched hers and all those incredible, wonderful feelings came rushing back, sweeping her away until knees were weak and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Then his mouth covered hers and the struggle and uncertainty washed away. She felt only love and trust and hope.
Most of all she felt faith. In him. In their future.
As the kiss broke, he held her as close as her big belly allowed. “I love you, Nessa.”
She tried to firm up her wobbling lower lip. “I love you too.”
“I’ll always love you.” His brow pinched. “Do you believe me?”
Action spoke louder than words, so she leaned in and showed him just how much.
Epilogue
Griffin was a wreck.
He’d told himself a thousand times. Nothing would go wrong. He and Nessa had something so amazing and special―so meant to be―fate could never be that cruel.
But, if anything did happen…
Griffin lowered his head into his hands.
Beside him, his mother reached and squeezed his shoulder. “Vanessa is in excellent hands, Giffy. Any minute now, the doctor will come striding out with the good news.”
Griffin’s stomach only twisted more. He couldn’t swallow over the stone aching and stuck in his throat. Two hours ago, Nessa had shaken him awake, saying all kinds of stuff in a rush that didn’t make sense. Then he felt warmth seep across the sheet. He caught the faint metallic scent of blood.
She said she could walk but he’d carried her to the car. When he went back to grab the bag she’d packed for the hospital and his coat. Rushing out again, he checked the inside pocket, felt the jewelry box.
He’d planned to ask her after the baby was born.
Now, more people rushed into the waiting room. Max Devlin and his wife Olivia, and Emma Bagwell. Belinda Slade and Helene had arrived a few minutes earlier.
“We heard,” Emma said, sinking into a seat right next to him as she removed her winter gloves. “How is she?”
Griffin knew he should answer but he couldn’t. Every morsel of strength was needed to keep focused. To concentrate on this day ending well. There would be laughter and hugs and why the hell wouldn’t anyone come through
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