"Indigo."
"I went shopping." Leaning sideways, she dug into her oversized purse and came up with a canary-yellow onesie. "I bought this."
"Dammit. You have to stop. You'll get pregnant when the time is right. I don't see-"
"Shut up and read the words."
"I- Six weeks old. What does-" He lifted his eyes to her face slowly as the meaning sank in.
"You're pregnant?" His expression was dazed as he stared at her.
"We're pregnant. I just didn't go to Romano's. I went there on my way back from seeing John Wynter, and he confirmed what I already suspected."
His hands lifted to frame her face, body trembling. "You're carrying my baby."
"It's not a baby yet- screw that, yes, I'm carrying your baby. You knocked me up. I hope you're proud of yourself."
He laughed at that and replied shakily. "Immensely." Tilting her head upward, he kissed her slowly, igniting the passion that was never too far from the surface. She leaned into him, her tongue meeting his. His hands roamed up and down her back and came to rest on her flat stomach where his seed was growing.
There was a persistent knock on the doors before they were pushed open. But they were deaf to everything else but each other.
The sound of a throat being cleared vaguely registered but was ignored as well.
"Go away," Brant growled, his lips only inches from his wife's.
"Darling, I only came to see my daughter-in-law. The sooner you pay me some mind, the quicker I get out of your way."
Sighing softly, he lifted his head. "You might as well come all the way in." He kept a firm arm around his wife's waist, preventing her from moving away.
"What a gracious and welcoming invitation," she said charmingly as she floated into the room. "My dear, how lovely you look."
"We have news," Indigo told her, eyes dancing.
"Oh, my dear goodness!" Angeline clapped her hands together and rushed over to embrace them. "When? How far along? Oh, this is a cause for celebration. We should-"
"Six weeks, and for now, it's just the three of us who will know." Indigo stopped the rush of excitement. "We don't want to jinx it." She looked at her husband for confirmation, and he nodded.
"Oh." Angeline looked faintly disappointed but nodded in reluctant agreement. "All right. But dinner at the house on Sunday. I will not take no for an answer." She hugged them again before floating back out, a pleased expression on her lovely face.
"Think she'll keep it to herself?" Indigo asked as soon as Angeline closed the doors behind her.
"Highly unlikely," her husband said wryly, causing her to sigh.
"I noticed you have very few photos of us on your desk." She was flushed and sated from the thorough lovemaking and sprawled on his chest.
He quirked a brow at her. Her locks were tumbling around her lovely face, and he knew that very soon, he was going to make love to her again.
"Did you see the life-sized one over the mantel?"
She nodded. She had seen it the very first time she stepped into his office. It was a striking pose of her when she posed in front ofa flowering rose bush outside the church. The photographer had captured her wide smile and the sparkle in her eyes.
"And the ones on my desk?" he added as she continued to stare at him.
"I have a dozen or more on my desk, and yours is way bigger than mine," she pointed out.
"I wasn't aware it was a bloody competition."
"If it were, I would have won, hands down."