Second Chance Mess (Bad News Billionaires #1) - Lucia Jordan Page 0,61

world is giving to us tonight on our wedding night," Tim said. "And even though we have given ourselves to each other many times before, tonight will be different."

"How?" I asked curiously.

Instead of answering me, Tim crawled over me, and as he kissed me, he pulled my body up to meet his. I couldn't put into words what was different this time, but he was right. There was something more intimate, more powerful, about the way that we made love that night than had been there at any other time.

I couldn't put my finger on just one thing, and maybe it was the innate and passionate mix of everything that made it so much more potent than before. But tonight, making love against the snow and fire, beneath the stars and furs, as husband and wife, something happened. Something that felt as though it had a profound effect on things to come. Something that we wouldn't know about until weeks later.

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*** (Brooke Continued)

We were driving back to the house after work, and I was both nervous and excited to show Tim my ideas. I pulled out some sketches from my bag that I had asked Max to help me create. I knew the thoughts that I wanted down on paper, but he was a much better artist at drafting them and bringing them to life.

"What is it you wanted to show me?" Tim asked as he drove us home.

"I was thinking about maybe adding another container home to the house," I said.

"Another one? What, it's not big enough for you already?" he teased.

"Oh, it's plenty big," I said. "I just thought that a new wing with a new design might be cool."

"What kind of new design?"

I fumbled with the drawings in my hands because I was so nervous. I dropped several of them onto my lap on accident and had to flip through them and pick them all back up until I found the one sketch in particular that I'd been looking for."

"Did Max help you draw all of those out?" he asked.

"Yeah, some of them were ideas for the client homes for the new phase of the Spokane project, but a couple of them were things that I asked Max to help me with."

"Okay, well, let's hear it. What kind of new wing do you want to add?" Tim asked.

"I think it would be easier if I showed you instead of trying to explain it," I said. I reached to pull out the one particular sketch that I wanted him to see, and I held it up in front of us so that he didn't need to take his eyes off the road.

Tim looked at the sketch, and he looked confused for a moment. Then he looked nervous; the excited kind of nervous like the feeling I had before our wedding.

"Brooke," he asked as he continued to stare at the sketch without blinking. "What is that in the corner of that sketch?"

"The bay window?" I asked.

"No, the thing in front of the bay window."

"Oh," I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face as I answered him. "That's the crib."

Tim looked at the drawing, which was very clearly a sketch layout of a baby nursery, and smiled. I didn’t think that I had ever seen him cry, not like that, not with plump, happy tears that cascaded down over his cheeks and dripped off of his jaw.

He pulled the car over to the side of the road and took the paper from me as he held it up with his shaking hands.

"This is what you want to add on to the house?" he asked as he stared at the drawing as if it were the most precious thing he had ever seen.

"Yes," I beamed.

He turned and looked at me with his mouth hanging open and astonishment in his eyes. "You're pregnant?"

I nodded my head and started to cry, too. "You were right," I said. "Our wedding night was more special than any other night, and you did give me a wonderful gift, our wonderful gift. You're not upset, are you?"

There were so many tears running down his face that I couldn't tell if he was overcome by joy or completely freaked out.

"Upset?" he asked. "Are you kidding? Brooke, this is the happiest thing ever."

He kissed me as we sat parked on the side of the road and clasped the sketch of the nursery in his hand.

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Epilogue (Tim)

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Her little voice chimed like the chirping of birds