“We’re having a baby,” I confirm. “You’re really okay with this? I wouldn’t ever want you to think I’m trying to trap you.” “Trap me?” Ben scoffs, and then he’s leaning forward, guiding me onto my back as he drops soft, worshipful kisses over my face. “If I’m being trapped, then I will be the happiest victim in history. Trap me, darling, by all means.”
