Page 128 of Sing Your Secrets

He laces his fingers between mine. “I figured you had your reasons.”

Squeezing his hand, I say, “I need you to pretend you don’t know a little longer.”

He squints his eyes as he looks down at me. “What? Why? I’m ready to celebrate.”

“The girls still don’t know. They’ll be so upset to know I told you first.”

He drops my hand as his eyes roll back into his head. “Yeah, that makes sense. My role in this is pretty minuscule.”

“Exactly.”

“Jesus,” he mumbles. His annoyance is half-baked because I know he loves my friends almost as much as I do. He never misses a Friday family night. “I wrote you an entire album, married you, got you pregnant—and I’m still second fiddle.”

I pat my belly with a sweet smile on my face. “Technically, third now.” Somehow, this seems less scary now that Miles knows. I love the look of elation on his face. It makes this big, scary step seem a little more conquerable…or survivable, maybe.

“I love you, Reese. Thank you for making all my dreams come true.”

He plants a rapid succession of kisses on my forehead and my cheeks, drawing the attention of our fellow cooking classmates. But I don’t care. I swoon, my knees go weak, and I hold on to my man to steady myself.

My once sleepy heart is alive and alert, ready to soak up the scary, wonderful, unexpected but highly anticipated next chapter of our happily ever after.