Page 241 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Well, I would hope so.” She lays a gentle kiss on Kellan’s head. “We’re engaged, after all.”
“Ahhh, you finally admit it.”
“Admit that we’re engaged?” She pulls back and gives me a confused look. “Do you think I’ve been hiding it?”
“No.” I give Kellan a gentle rock with my arm. “But whenever I’ve brought up planning the wedding, you’ve saidlater. You kept putting it off, so I’m just making sure you’re confident with your decision.”
“Decision to marry you?” She chuckles and rests her head on my shoulder again. “I know I said some crazy things in the delivery room, but I still want to marry you. I’ve been busy. You know, pregnancy and publishing my first book and all . . .”
“But now?”
“Now I think we should start planning. Let’s not waste time though, because I want to write a sequel, and I don’t think I can handle a wedding, writing, and being a new mom all at the same time.”
“A sequel? Is it going to be about your sexy boyfriend getting you pregnant?”
She smooths down her shirt. “Maybe.”
I chuckle. “Have you checked your sales for your book?” She shakes her head against my shoulder. “Why not?”
“I’m too nervous.”
“Love, you have to check. Didn’t you have a whole promotional tour around it? What about reviews?”
“I did, but I haven’t checked my emails in a few days. With Kellan coming right after I hit publish, I haven’t had a chance to think about it, but what I do know is I want to write a sequel. I have all these ideas, and I want to get them down on paper as soon as possible. So let’s get married quickly. Three months.”
“Three months?” My brows shoot up to my hairline. “You realize where we live, right? Every decent place is probably reserved by now.”
“Then we’ll just have to get creative.” Kellan starts to whine, and even though he’s upset, watching his little lips pursing together is adorable. “I think he’s hungry.” Without thinking, Rosie takes her shirt off and unleashes her breast from her bra. I hand her our baby and marvel at the way she so easily takes him into her arms and feeds him.
“Is it weird that I’m jealous of my son right now?”
Rosie gives me a side-eye. “Keep it in your pants, Anderson. It’s going to be a long and lonely six weeks of just you and your hand.”
I tip her chin up. “You’re saying this as if I’m the one who’s going to have a problem. You’re the horny one between the two of us.”
“And you’re complaining why?”
Leaning over, a laugh escaping me, I press a firm kiss against her lips. “I’m not. Believe me, I know how lucky I am.” When I pull away, I get up to start on making dinner when Rosie pulls on my hand.
Staring at me with those expressive blue eyes, she says, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”God, I’m lucky.
* * *
“Mom, I’m not kidding, he’s an angel. A perfect angel.”
“Hard to believe, especially since I know where he came out of.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Computer on my lap, Kellan lying on my chest, and the phone balancing on my shoulder, I talk to my mom while I start going through emails.
Over one hundred.Yikes.
“It means, you were a very temperamental baby. Nothing made you happy.”
“Maybe because I was strangled by my umbilical cord for a good four months. You would be angry too. I don’t know what moms complain about. This is easy. Just latch the kid on the breast and you’re good to go.”
“Be careful, honey. You don’t want him to use you as a human pacifier.”
