“I’m pregnant.”
“I knew it,” Landon crowed triumphantly, picking me up and twirling me around.
“Holy crap! We’re having a baby!” I squealed.
Instead of setting me back down on my feet, he carried me back into the bedroom and gently tossed me onto the mattress. He followed me down but didn’t put any of his weight on my body, keeping his forearms on the mattress and holding himself over me. Leaning down, he took my mouth in a soul-wrenching kiss that left us both panting.
“Our little family is growing,” he whispered against my lips when he lifted his head.
Tears filled my eyes again, happy ones this time. But they were bittersweet too because my family was so many miles away. I’d left because they could be overwhelming at times, but I wished we were close enough for us to drive over to my parents’ house and share the news with them in person. I wanted to tell all of my siblings eventually, but right then, I wanted to share it with just my parents. A girl kind of needed her mom at a moment like this.
“Can we call my parents?”
“Of course we can, baby.”
Landon lifted up and crossed the room to grab my phone. After he handed it to me, he threw a shirt on and settled us at the top of the bed. He leaned against the headboard and wrapped me in his arms. It felt like the safest place in the world, with his hands resting over my lower belly where our baby was growing inside me.
“You ready to do this thing?” he asked.
“Yup,” I breathed out, lifting my phone up and pressing the button to Facetime with my mom’s cell. Less than a minute later, her face with peering back at me with my dad visible over her shoulder.
“Hey, baby girl. Everything okay?”
My parents knew I wasn’t much of a morning person, so the question wasn’t a surprise. Plus, the tears streaming down my face were a giveaway too.
“Definitely okay,” I sniffed.
“Better than okay,” Landon corrected.
“If things are good, why is my daughter crying and calling us first thing in the morning?” my dad growled.
“Because we just found out I’m pregnant, Daddy.”
“Oh my goodness!” my mom shrieked. “My baby girl is going to have a baby!”
The screen tilted upwards, and we ended up looking at the ceiling while she jumped up and down. My tears turned into giggles while my dad took the phone away from her and settled her back down.
“That’s what I like to hear, my little girl laughing instead of crying.”
My mom jostled my dad to the side to wrestle the phone away from him. “Don’t give Landon a hard time. You know how much of an emotional wreck I was whenever I was pregnant. It’s no surprise that Zoe is the same.”
“If I’m not going to give the guy who stole my baby girl away from me a hard time, then who’s going to do it?” my dad grumbled. Then he grinned. “Maybe I’ll just let her brothers take over the task.”
My mom swatted his arm and snapped, “You’ll do no such thing!” Then she turned back to the screen. “I swear I’ll find a way to rein him in when you guys come up to visit,” she promised. “As long as you tell me it’s going to be soon. We all miss you!”
“I hate to disappoint you both, but Zoe isn’t coming back to Canada anytime soon.” Landon’s tone was firm, brooking no argument.
“But—”
“I’m sorry, baby, but it’s going to have to wait until we know you’ve been given your conditional residency and there isn’t going to be a problem with immigration coming back home. You have your fingerprinting appointment and medical examination scheduled for next week, and we don’t know how long it will take to hear back with a decision after that.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, he’s right, baby girl,” my mom muttered. “While you might want to have your mom around while you’re pregnant, you need Landon near.”
“I’ll bring your mom down to see you soon,” my dad promised.
“And I’ll make sure your old apartment is furnished and we keep the lease so they have somewhere to stay,” Landon added. “You’re all welcome any time.
As easy as that, the two most important men in my world made everything right for me.
Chapter 12
Landon
Slowly, I licked a path in a circle around Zoe’s nipple and she moaned, her legs squeezing around my waist. Leaning up, I palmed both of her tits. I’d loved them before, but seeing them grow over the last few months was fucking amazing and I had no complaints about their extra sensitive nature either. I massaged them a little, enjoying the feel of her body writhing beneath mine, then shifted my hands so I was cupping them. I resumed licking all around the areolas without touching the tips.