Page 118 of I Loved You First

She hugged him back, relieved all over again. “I told her I’m moving, so she’s going to help me find an OB in Vermont. She’s suggesting another scan in a couple of weeks just to be sure nothing pops up.”

“I’m all for another look at our kiddo.”

She grinned. “Me too.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against hers. “This is going to be good, Fi. Our family of four.”

She nodded. “It really is.”

“I guess we’re all set to tell our parents.”

She beamed, thrilled at the thought. Because she knew the doctors’ news about her possible infertility had devastated her mother, even though her mom had never said so. “How about tomorrow morning? We can get up early before Brady and FaceTime.”

“Definitely.” Then Cam winced. “But I’m on your mom’s shit list.”

She laughed. “No, you’re not. She texted me while I was at the office. She knows you and Brady are here. That we worked things out.”

“Then let’s make three people crazy happy in the morning.”

She grinned. “I can’t wait. And I get to tell Melody in person when we go home. I’ll have to talk to her about instituting yoga on Wednesday nights for us girls.”

“Feel free to wear that pink outfit.”

She grinned. “I can make that happen.”

He chuckled. “Did you have a chance to talk to Simone?”

“I did.”

“How did that go?”

“Surprisingly well. I told her about the pregnancy and that I want to leave after Leo and I finish things up with the governor’s family. It’s short notice, which isn’t great, but I haven’t started any major projects with the chaos of the wedding.”

He nodded. “So she wasn’t upset?”

She shook her head. “She actually wished me the best of luck. And she’s waving the non-compete clause, which shocked the hell out of me.”

“That’s good, Fi.”

She shrugged, still not entirely sure that it was. “I don’t know whether I should be insulted or just take the win.”

He chuckled. “I’d say take the win. Simone not following through with legalities has nothing to do with your talents. Maybe she’s not worried about you taking over the market from Maple Ridge, Vermont.”

She snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, probably not.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “But you could. If you wanted to. Because you’re a major ass-kicker.”

“Aw,” she said as she grinned. “I love that you think so, but I have no desire to corner the market. I see myself taking on events part-time and enjoying our family for the foreseeable future.”

“That sounds really good. But it’s whatever you want—whatever makes you happy.”

“You make me happy,” she said as she kissed his chin. “Brady makes me happy.” She kissed the left side of his mouth. “This baby makes me happy.” Then she pressed her mouth to the right side of his lips.

He groaned, capturing her mouth, taking her deeper with each glide of his tongue. “Fi,” he whispered, bringing his palms up to cup her breasts before he froze and dropped them.

She frowned as she eased back. “What’s wrong? What are you doing?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I miss being with you. I miss touching you. But that doesn’t mean you want my hands on you right now.”