“Or eight months,” I offered, a tingle fluttering under my skin. “Eight-ish. Give or take.” He stood there silently for a moment, and when I finally looked up, he was staring at me and not breathing. “Are you serious?” he murmured. I couldn’t contain the excitement. “Are you ready?” He grabbed me and kissed me, laughing against my lips. “I am never not ready for anything with you.”
