Page 22 of Never Been Snow Lucky

“Three,” she murmured.

I tore my gaze away from my son, daughter, and mother-in-law to gape at my wife. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“That depends.” Her lips curved into a huge smile as she pressed my gloved hand against her belly. “Was that one-word hint enough for you to figure out that I’m pregnant?”

“Holy fuck.” I crushed her against me in a tight hug, being careful not to apply too much pressure to her belly because I didn’t want to make her nauseous. “Is that why your mom is out there instead of you?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know it’s because I’m pregnant. I wanted to tell you first.”

Thinking about how insatiable she’d been the past month or so—and that I’d been able to make her come just by playing with her tits last night—I finally realized they’d been signs that she was carrying another of my babies. “Damn, I shoulda known. How far along are you? Seven or eight weeks?”

“Probably right around there, but I haven’t gone in to see the doctor yet since I knew you’d want to be there with me.” She shook her head with a rueful laugh. “I guess we’ve both been distracted lately because I didn’t even realize that I missed my period last month.”

“Neither did I.” I lifted her off her feet and twirled her around in a slow circle, grinning from ear to ear as her giggle filled the frosty air. When I set her back down, I whispered, “Already thought I was the luckiest man alive, but you just keep making my life better. Thank you, angel.”