Page 29 of Stuffing My Obsession

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He kisses my forehead, my damp cheeks, my swollen lips, and then pulls the blanket over us, cradling me against his chest.

“You okay, baby?”

I nod, burying my face in his neck. “More than okay.” My throat is raw, my body aching, but I don’t mind one bit.

He strokes my hair, rocking us slightly. “You were perfect tonight. My perfect girl.”

Warmth spreads through my chest. I close my eyes, sinking into him, letting the feeling of contentment wash over me.

“Myles?”

He hums, half-lost in stroking lazy circles on my back. “Yeah, baby?”

I swallow, my nerves buzzing harder than the aftershocks rolling through my body. “There’s…one more thing I’m thankful for.”

He stills, pulling back just enough to look down at me. His eyes catch the low light—sharp, searching. “What’s that?”

My heart is beating abnormally fast. Not from fear but a mixture of anticipation and excitement. For the past few days, I’ve carried this secret in silence, waiting for the right time, the right words. And it seems there’s no better “perfect moment” than now.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words hang heavily between us, and for a heartbeat, he doesn’t move. His chest goes tight under my cheek, his breath hitched.

I bite my lip, bracing for…I don’t even know what.

Then, he exhales, a shaky sound that almost resembles a laugh. His hand slides down between us, resting flat and firm against my stomach. “Say it again.”

I smile through the tears suddenly burning my eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

Something raw flashes across his face—shock, awe, something so fierce it steals my breath. Then he lowers his mouth to mine in a rough, desperate kiss, pressing my body closer like he can’t get close enough.

He pulls back after a while, dropping his forehead to mine with a soft chuckle, placing his hand protectively over my belly. “I love you so much. Both of you.”

I laugh through the tears, clutching at him. “We love you too.”

~The End