Marry Me...Again. Cheryl St.John

find out.”

      Her thoughts reverted immediately to what she had learned that day and how it would affect their trip. They finished their meal, and Dev carried the dishes to the kitchen. He opened the dishwasher, but she stopped him with a touch on his arm. “Leave them.”

      He took her hand with a grin. “You have plans that can’t wait?”

      She nodded, turned and took a glass bowl from the refrigerator.

      Dev cocked a brow at the chocolate confection she held. His green eyes flashed intrigue and desire, and a slow grin carved a sexy dimple in his lean cheek. “For here or in the bedroom?”

      Brynna blushed. The man was infinitely creative and ever so willing to please. “At the table, Dev.”

      He shrugged. “Okay.”

      She spooned a dollop of mousse into each of their dishes and they sat.

      Dev leaned forward and touched her forehead with one finger, as if to smooth out a worry line. “Something wrong, sweet thing?”

      Brynna folded her hands in her lap, then thought better of looking too nervous and brought them up to twist her napkin. “I have something to tell you.”

      “Okay.” He laid down his spoon and waited, an inquisitive smile on his lips.

      Her heart thudded erratically, and she swallowed. Fear of not knowing his reaction paralyzed her.

      “Brynn, what is it? Is something wrong?” Immediately sensing her distress, he got up from his seat and moved to crouch on one knee at her side. He cradled her cold hand with his strong warm fingers.

      Gathering courage from the love and concern in his green eyes, she took a breath. “Dev, I’m pregnant.”

      Chapter Four

      The words didn’t register on his face for a moment, but she knew the instant they clicked in his brain. A wrinkle formed between his brows. “Are you sure?”

      She nodded. “I’m an ob-gyn,” she said needlessly. “I saw the ultrasound myself.”

      “Yes, of course, but…but how? We’re careful every time.”

      More than a little disappointed that he was questioning the technical aspect while she was suffering the emotional impact, she concentrated on his question. “You know I’m not a supporter of many forms of birth control, because of potential side effects. I know there are risks with every method, but we were being doubly safe with…” She didn’t really need to explain to him—he was there every time she used a contraceptive foam and he a condom.

      “Well, these things happen,” she went on, “even though every precaution is taken. I see this in patients now and then.”

      He looked at her with disbelief edging his expression and then sat squarely on the floor as though he might fall over if he didn’t ground himself. His face plainly registered the shock he was feeling. “You’re pregnant, Brynna?”

      She nodded and blinked back tears of disappointment at his reaction. He needed a little time. She’d had a couple of weeks of suspicions to get prepared. Besides, she wanted a family more than anything.

      He jammed the fingers of one hand into his fair hair and gazed unseeingly into space. His silence unnerved her.

      Brynna got out of her chair and lowered herself to the floor beside him. “I didn’t do this on purpose, Dev.”

      He met her eyes immediately. “I never thought you did.”

      “I just didn’t want you to have a doubt.”

      “I don’t. Why would I doubt you?”

      She shook her head. “I don’t know. Because it’s never been a secret that I enjoy helping people create families and that I’ve always wanted my own family. I want one for us.”

      “I never said I didn’t want a family,” he said defensively.

      “You just aren’t ready. Not right now.”

      “I don’t know. Don’t put words in my mouth. Don’t think for me.”

      “Then tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”

      He gestured with an open palm. “I’m dumbfounded. I hadn’t thought about this. I hadn’t planned on…”

      “A baby,” she clarified.

      “No. I hadn’t planned on a baby. We hadn’t planned on it.”

      “You’re right. We hadn’t. But it’s happened, and now we just have to count our blessings.”

      He nodded without conviction. But he didn’t meet her eyes for a long moment.

      “It’s not the worst thing that could happen, Dev. We’ll have a family sooner than we planned, that’s all.”

      “You’re just a year away from setting up your practice,” he pointed out.

      Brynna took his hand. “I can keep working up until the last few weeks. After the baby comes, we can hire someone to help. I can have my career and be a good mother, too, Dev, I know I can.”

      “I believe you can, too,” he said. He stood, still holding her hand, and helped her to her feet. As an afterthought he asked, still looking at the floor, “How pregnant are you?”

      “Eight weeks,” she replied.

      “How many weeks does it take?”

      “Forty.”

      “Is that all?” He rubbed a hand down his face.

      He didn’t ask her how she felt, if she had morning sickness or what she was feeling. Tears threatened and Brynna blinked them back.

      “That means he would be born when?”

      “He…or she,” she replied, quoting the due date she had calculated.

      He nodded, as though figuring the event into his schedule or planning how much he could fit in before he was tied down.

      Brynna turned to the table. “Do you want your dessert?”

      “No,” he replied distractedly. “Thanks.”

      She carried the dishes into the kitchen and returned to blow out the candles.

      Dev was standing in the doorway to the living room, leaning against the jamb. The light from the hall silhouetted his tall frame. Overshadowing her love for him had always been the fear that any children of theirs would be neglected while he pursued his carefree flying. Dev wasn’t used to being tied down.

      Devlin Holmes was the only impulsive thing she’d ever done in her life and she prayed she wasn’t going to regret it. Thinking she might terrified her. She loved him so much it hurt.

      She walked to him, and he enfolded her in a strong embrace. Brynna laid her cheek against his solid chest and allowed a tear to dampen his shirt-front.

      “I love you, Brynna,” he said softly, his voice the stirring baritone she loved.

      “I love you, Dev,” she replied hoarsely.

      He rubbed her back and cupped her buttocks, his touch arousing feelings of passion and need as it always did. He kissed her and she melted against him.

      “Is it okay to make love?” he asked.

      “Yes, of course. We make love all the time, don’t we?” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

      The following morning, Brynna stood before the mirror in her chemise and panties and studied her body, her barely swelling abdomen negligible proof of the life within her. She touched the place where their child nestled and tried not to think of Dev’s reaction the night before. His focus on flying reminded her frighteningly of her parents’ obsession with their own private