A slow, dazzling smile—one the public never saw—spread across his face. He let out a rough, joyous laugh, picking Madison up and spinning her around the room.
"A father," he breathed, setting her down and dropping to his knees to press his face against her stomach. "I’m going to be a father. You’re carrying my child."
He looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with an emotion that looked suspiciously like tears. "You have given me the best gift I’ve ever received. In all my years, nothing comes close to this."
He stood up, his gaze darkening with a familiar, predatory heat—one that was now laced with an overwhelming tenderness. He caught her mouth in a searing, deep kiss, his hands sliding down to cup her rear, pulling her flush against him.
"We should celebrate," he murmured against her
