Page 204 of Reckless Storm

“We’re having a baby!” he yells as though announcing it to a room full of people before lifting me into his arms and spinningme around, wincing once he’s set me down. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you or the baby.”

“I’m fine and I’m sure the baby is too. That’s gentle compared to the way you were pounding into—”

“Fuuuck.” He runs a hand down his face and I snort.

“This is going to be fun. I can assure you, that didn’t harm the baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” His relief-filled sigh makes me laugh louder until a panic takes over me.

“God, we have so much to do now. We’ve got a wedding to plan, and a baby on the way. We’ll need to time it right so that I’m not huge for our big day. I don’t mind showing, but I don’t want to be so uncomfortable I can’t enjoy myself. We’ll also need to figure out which room works best for a nursery, and oh my God, I can’t be pregnant in my next movie. I’m playing—”

“Easy there.” Reed grabs my shoulder to still me, his expression warm. “I thought you weren’t a planner?”

“I’m not, but this feels like something we should plan for. Right?”

“Wrong.”

“Wrong?” My eyes widen in shock.

“Not right now anyway. We’ll figure out the wedding and the nursery in time, and as for your next movie…you’ve had success after success.Reckless Desireis still talked about to this day. They’ll make it work to keep you. Right now, we need to live in the moment.”

He walks out of our en suite and grabs his phone, pressing buttons until “Tennessee Whiskey” by Chris Stapleton comes on over our house speakers.

“Okay… What’s that about?”

He drops the phone on the bed and stalks my way, resting his elbow on the door frame as he takes me in, the pregnancy test still in my hand. “I’m living in the moment.”

“I don’t think now’s the time to listen—”

“Dance with me, Hayls.”

“What?”

Reed takes the stick from my hand and gently places it on the counter before curling his fingers through mine, walking me through the house, only stopping when we reach the living room.

“Sonowyou want to dance?” I ask, faking a pout. “How many times have I asked you?”

Without answering, Reed rolls his eyes and bites back a grin, pulling me into him, securing his free hand on my waist.

“What—”

He spins me around, forcing me to dance while I protest.

“Reed, we need to talk. We—”

“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips, his smiling eyes meeting mine. And I’ve got to admit, it’s infectious.

My heart pounds as I think, but when the next words leave his mouth, I laugh, finally giving in.

“Shut up and dance with me, Hayls,” he says, twirling me under his arm. “I love you, and I love our growing baby, but right now, it’s time to shut up and dance.”