Book 2 - Page 100 (1/2)

“You go right ahead,” Gavin called out. With his smile as wide as ever, he draped his arm over Emily’s shoulder. Grazing his nose against hers, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you know how happy I’m going to make you?”

Emily smiled as her body let go of the last bit of tension curling through it. “I’m not sure you can make me any happier than you already have.”

“Do you doubt my happy making skills?”

“I guess I just did,” Emily giggled.

After celebrating the news with their friends and family, Gavin followed Emily upstairs. She had a doctor’s appointment in the city tomorrow at four o’clock, and they planned on leaving relatively early to beat the holiday traffic. Before making the trip, Gavin planned on letting Dillon know not to bother showing up. He more than looked forward to making that call. Actually, he was pretty f.u.c.king sure he was going to record it. Still in shock he was no longer in purgatory, and feeling as if he were finally in heaven, Gavin couldn’t help the smile molding his face when Emily crawled into bed next to him. As she lay back against the pillows, he also couldn’t help but slide his body down the bed. He trailed kisses from her neck, down the graceful curve of her shoulder, and ultimately along the side of her stomach. Gavin slowly lifted her silk camisole, his smile widening as he settled his lips over the bare flesh of her belly holding his child. “Noah,” Gavin whispered, kissing just below her navel. “Noah Alexander Blake.”

Emily let out a satisfied sigh. “I like the way that sounds.”

“I do too.” Gavin kissed her stomach again and reached for her hand. Intertwining their fingers, he kissed each of hers, and looked at her. “Thank you.”

Emily buried her free hand in his hair, stroking it away from his forehead. The look in his eyes, gentle tone of his voice, and the smile on his face had her heart bursting with love. “Thank you,” she whispered, a single tear breaking loose. “Thank you so much.”

Gavin rested his cheek on top of her stomach, chuckling when a little wave rolled across it. “Arm?” he questioned, enjoying the way it felt.

“Possibly.” Smiling, Emily looked down at the movement. “Maybe his b.u.t.t?”

Gavin shrugged, basking in the moment. “I wonder if he’ll suck at bottle caps like his mother.”

“I wonder if he’ll be a wisea.s.s like his father.”

Gavin quirked a brow as he drew circles around her belly b.u.t.ton. “A blue-eyed, sucky bottle cap playing wisea.s.s. I like it.”

Emily giggled. “Me, too.”