Page 332 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“What do you think about pastel green?”

“For a color?”

“Like paint,” she said. “It’s neutral.”

“So is beige.”

“But beige doesn’t really fit for a nursery, John.”

Momentarily, she saw him stiffen. Just as quick, though, he relaxed.

“No, I guess it doesn’t.”

“I would really like to start getting the nursery set up, John.”

“Would you?”

Siena shrugged, and all her worries drifted away the second John bent down to kiss the top of her head again.

“All right,” he murmured. “I think we can do that.”

“Because we’ll need one.”

John’s eyebrow arched a bit as he tipped his head up, and found her gaze in the mirror once more. “Will we?”

“What names do you like?”

His next swallow echoed.

The silence stretched on.

Siena waited John out.

“Luciano for a boy.”

“For your dad,” she said.

John nodded once. “And for my grandfather, yeah. Johnathan for a middle name.”

“What about for a girl?”

“I don’t know.”

Siena grinned. “You better figure it out, don’t you think? We’ll need to know.”

John sucked in a quiet breath, and his hands tightened on her shoulders. Not to a painful point, but a feeling that made her calm in an instant.

“That so?” he asked.

“I know this isn’t happening the way we talked about it, and—”

“Nothing is ever as I plan, Siena.”

“Are you happy?”

“And terrified,” he admitted. “But so happy.”

So happy.