Page 35 of Biker's Hostage

“What is it?” Zane demanded, craning his neck to get a look.

“It’s positive!” I shrieked, spinning around to hold the test out to him. “Look!”

“It’s positive?” he exclaimed, grabbing the test from me. Tommy reached for it, sensing the excitement in the room and clapping his hands together.

“We’re having another baby!” I told him, and he gazed up at me with the biggest grin on his face.

“You hear that, buddy?” he told Tommy. “You’re going to have a little brother or sister!”

He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around both of us, squeezing us tight against him. As he pressed his face into my neck, I could feel him smiling, and I slid my hand around Tommy’s little back, feeling his heartbeat, the heartbeat of my family, right there beneath my palm.

“I love you both so much,” Zane whispered.

“All three of us now,” I reminded him, gesturing to my stomach. His smile looked as though it was going to split his face in two, the joy coming off him in waves, palpable.

“All three of you,” he corrected himself. “I love you.”

“We love you, too,” I promised, and I closed my eyes and leaned against him. My lover, my partner, the father to my children—my family.

My everything.