Page 125 of Mr. Fixer Upper
“Kids?” Paige clarified.
“Yeah,” he said, guiding her in a slow spin. “Maybe three?”
Paige grinned, her heart swelling in her chest. “Three kids. That’s a lot.”
“Well, we’ve got all those bedrooms at home,” he teased.
He leaned her back for a dip.
“It’s a good thing because I found out this morning that we’re going to need one of those bedrooms.”
She saw it, the question followed immediately by the spark of joy. He pulled her upright faster than necessary, and she fell against him laughing.
“You’re not fucking with me?”
Paige shook her head, more happy tears clouding her eyes. “Nope. You’re going to be a daddy.”
He hugged her to his chest and then cupped her face in his hands. The music and lights and laughter faded into the background.
“God, I hope it’s a girl,” he said, sealing his wish with a kiss.
