Wild Child (The Wild Ones #1.5)(29)
Author: M. Leighton

“Well, we kinda figured you would,” Cami says. Her smile says there’s more. When she doesn’t say anything right away, I gasp and throw my hands over my mouth again. “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!”

Cami’s smile gets wider and Trick’s grin stretches from ear to ear.

“Am I missing something?” Rusty asks.

Cami turns glistening eyes to him as Trick bends from behind to wind his arms around her neck and hug her to him.

“I’m pregnant, Rusty. Trick and I are gonna have a baby.”

Tears are spilling down my cheeks and over my fingers when Rusty gets up and takes Cami’s glass of champagne and downs it in one swallow. “I guess you won’t be needing that then.”

We all laugh.

This just keeps getting better and better.

EPILOGUE – Rusty

Jenna’s skin is still damp from the thorough plundering I just gave her. My fingers slide smoothly across her flat stomach. I rub circles over it, around her bellybutton and up between her ribs. It’s times like this that I’m even more glad I healed so well. I’d hate to miss touching Jenna like this.

“What are you thinking about when you do that?” she asks.

“Do what?”

“Touch my belly like that.”

“Do I do this a lot or something?”

“You have been the last few days. Am I getting fat or something?”

I roll my eyes and she grins. She’s not getting fat and she knows it. Jenna’s got a body ninety nine percent of the female population of the world would kill for. I’d kill for it, too. Just in a different way.

I go back to exploring the subtle landscape of her stomach.

“Well?

“Well what?”

“Are you gonna tell me what that’s all about or not?”

I shrug, trying to be nonchalant. “I’ve just been wondering what it would look like a little rounder, what you’d look like pregnant.”

There’s a long pause.

“Does that worry you?”

“Worry me? Hell no. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to touch you like this, knowing that my baby, our baby, was growing inside you.”

I hear a soft gasp and I look up into the dark pools of her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, but says nothing.

“What? Does that bother you?”

She shakes her head again. I can see that she’s fighting back tears. Her eyes shine in a different way when she’s trying not to cry.

“Then what?”

It takes her at least a full minute to answer me, and even then, her voice sounds a little thick.

“I just didn’t know you ever thought of things like that.”

“Do you? Ever think of things like that, I mean.”

“Sometimes.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Does it make you happy? Thinking about having my baby? Having our baby?”

I can tell she’s getting choked up again. She just nods.

“I could spend the rest of my life touching you like this, watching our babies grow inside you, raising them together, chasing our dreams down and making them our bitches.”

She laughs, which is just what I wanted. One of the dreams I have yet to tell Jenna about is watching her walk down a beautifully decorated church aisle toward me, toward our future and our life together. I’ll tell her all about that one someday soon. When I give her the ring that’s hiding in the top drawer of the dresser, under some old hunting socks I have. When I ask her to spend the rest of her life as Mrs. Jeffrey Catron. But right now, I’m happy just to hold her. And tell her I love her. And call her mine.

It’s about time.

THE END