The Virgin's Choice(55)

“I wish we were already at our honeymoon,” Xerxes growled in reply. “I want to see you in that bikini.”

“I don’t know about a bikini,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve gained ten pounds since our last time in Mexico.”

“In all the right places.” As she smacked his shoulder in mock rage, he pulled back to thoroughly look at her. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, and he kissed her again. When he pulled away, he gasped, “Forget the beach. We’ll just get margaritas delivered to our room.”

She took a deep breath. “I can’t.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Champagne, then.”

“I can’t do that, either.” With a mischievous smile, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I’m pregnant.”

Jerking back, he stared down at her in shock. “You’re—what?”

“You’re going to be a father,” she said happily.

He gaped at her, unable to speak.

Rose’s smile faltered. “I know we talked about waiting to start a family until my company was up and running, but it just happened.” She bit her lip. “Is it all right? I mean—do you mind?”

He stared at her, then he exploded.

“Do I mind?” he yelled.

His handsome face was bright with thrilled wonder and delight. Lifting her in his arms with a whoop of joy, he swung her in her wedding dress, spinning her around and around in front of the chapel, until her white satin slippers soared into the blue sky. His joy caused the birds to fly into the air, bursting toward the sun.

And as she tumbled back into her husband’s passionate embrace, Rose knew just how they felt.

Real love in real life—that was the fairy tale. That was the promise that could never be broken.