Wes had never been more nervous in his life. And that included the time he’d played in his first professional golf tournament.

What if Kaylee hated the house? Or the nursery? What the fuck did he know about decorating?

He focused on the road and tried to not think about all the reasons this could go badly. But he had to give it a shot. Had to show Kaylee how much she meant to him. This wasn’t only about the baby. It was about grabbing his second chance at being with the woman he’d always loved and had never gotten over.

He pulled into the driveway of the three-thousand-square-foot house that boasted rustic accents, like many of the newer homes in Lake Tahoe. The place carried a mountain vibe, with a triangular vestibule and log accents, but it didn’t look like the club’s version of mountain chic. Which was good, because he wanted Kaylee to feel like she was home and not at work.

Kaylee glanced around as Wes got out of the Range Rover and walked over to the passenger side. “Where are we?”

He helped her out of the car and closed the door, shoving a nervous hand in his pocket. “We’re at the house I bought you.”

Her head slowly turned to him. “What?”

Was that a good what? A bad what? Fuck.

“Your house. I bought you a house with the money I earned on the tour. I still have the trust my father gave me, and I’m hoping you can help me figure out how best to spend it. Or save it, if we want to save it for our daughter.” He rubbed his mouth. “I don’t know.”

“Whoa.” She held up her hands. “Slow down. No, actually, back up. You bought me a house?”

He nodded. “For you and our daughter.”

“Or son.”

“Whatever.” But it was a girl. And he was pretty damned ecstatic about it too. Ever since they dated in college, he’d wanted a daughter who looked like Kaylee.

She waved her hands in a halting manner. “Why did you buy me a house?”

Wes faced her and grabbed her hands. They were unsteady, and he squeezed them reassuringly. “I want to provide for you and our child. I want you to feel safe and important. And I want to love you. This is how I show my love. Not by buying you something extravagant, but by taking care of the two most important people in my life: you and our daughter.”

“Or son,” she said dazedly. “Love. You said love.”

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I only said I was fine with a casual relationship because I didn’t want to scare you away. But then I knocked you up with my powerful sperm”—she smiled—“and I had some figuring out to do. I thought I could take the opportunity I’d been given with the tour as long as I spent my off time with you. But I couldn’t have both.”

“Wes,” she said, “I didn’t want you to have to choose.”

“I know that. Which is why I needed to figure it out on my own. And you know what? Fuck the tour. Success is empty if you’re not there at my side. You deserve to be happy and not waiting around for me to show up after I’m done doing my thing.”

He pulled her close and felt her pregnant belly tuck up against him. “To be honest, the tour got old. There was a moment when I realized I wasn’t even happy. I love golf, and who doesn’t want to be a star on the tour? But nothing makes me happier than being with you.”

A tear escaped her eye and she swiped it away. “That was beautiful.” She waved her hand at the house. “This is beautiful. But I’m still worried you’ll regret letting go of your dream.”

Of course she was. She wouldn’t be Kaylee if she didn’t worry about that.

He nodded. “Come on. Let’s go inside. I have something else to show you.”

Wes opened the front door, and Kaylee gasped. “The windows.”

The front opened up to the kitchen, which was highlighted by those tall glass windows Wes thought Kaylee would like. “I chose this house because of the kitchen and the view. It reminded me of you.”

She pressed her lips together. More tears ran down her cheeks. “Nope. Not budging. Sticking to my guns,” she mumbled. “Gotta take care of the baby.”

She seemed to be talking to herself. Was this some sort of pregnancy thing?

They walked through the house and Kaylee oohed and aahed, which was a relief. And then Wes took her upstairs to the bedrooms.

They walked down the hallway, and he showed her the spare bedroom and the master. Kaylee walked onto the deck off the master suite and breathed in the pine-scented air. “You have good taste, Wes.”

He smirked. “I certainly do. I chose you.” She gave him a look, and he laughed. “Come on. There’s one more bedroom I want you to see.”

After the guys had left and Wes had cleaned up, he’d closed the bedroom door to the nursery, leaving the window open to air out the fresh paint scent. He didn’t want the surprise to come too soon when he showed up at the house with Kaylee.

Wes paused at the door, nervous as hell. What if the room was ugly? God, he should have hired a professional. But then it wouldn’t have meant as much.

He held his breath and stepped back, opening the door for her.

Kaylee’s mouth parted, but she didn’t say anything, simply gazed around the room with wide eyes. Was that a good sign?

“Damn you.” More tears streamed down her face. But she’d been doing that a lot lately. He couldn’t tell if they were good or bad tears, but he hoped like hell they were the good kind.

“Does that mean you like it?”

She turned to him and swallowed. “I love it. This room is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

It really wasn’t. The room was light green and lavender, with rustic-looking baby furniture and colorful forest fairy decals. But he figured once Kaylee rearranged things and made it homey, it would be nice for their daughter. He just wanted it to be set up for when the baby came. And to show Kaylee how much he loved her and their child. “You sure you like it?”

She turned and wrapped her arms around him, her head tucked to his chest. “I love it.”

“You think you’d want to live here?”

Her head bobbed up and down. “You’ll have to drag me away tonight.”

He grinned. “Good. Because I have one more surprise.”

“You’ve already given me so much.”

“Not everything. Go look inside the crib.”

Kaylee walked over and Wes followed, his heart hammering in his chest.

He heard her gasp. “Wes…” She reached down to the small pillow at the top of the crib. Apparently, baby bedding was supposed to be minimal, so there wasn’t much except a sheet and this thing called a bumper. But Wes had bought a small pillow for his last surprise.

She picked up the dark blue jewelry box and opened it. More tears spilled from her eyes and her nose turned rosy. He wanted to lean over and kiss it, but he had a job to do.

Wes dropped to one knee. “Kaylee Isabelle Evans, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you at a shady fraternity party in college. People say there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but that’s what it was. I thought we’d spend the rest of our lives together. And then I screwed up. And life took a turn neither of us was ready for. But my heart never moved on. It was always with you.

“I want to love you and our children, and share a life together. And I don’t want to be away from you ever again. That’s the reason I left the tour. It wasn’t worth losing everything I love. And in the end, the tour didn’t make me happy—you do. So please put my brothers and everyone else who’s had to interact with me since you’ve been gone out of their misery. Say you’ll marry me.”

She smiled. A watery smile that was the most brilliant thing he’d ever seen. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

Wes stood and picked her up with his arms beneath her knees and back, and carried her to the open window. “She said yes!” he yelled to the world.

And then he was kissing her, and it was like the Sahara Desert receiving a drop of rain.

God, she tasted good. Her lips, her body against his. Before he knew it, they were both kneeling on the ground and grabbing at each other.

“I’m so horny,” she said between kisses.

It had been a century since they’d had sex. He practically had blisters on his hand from taking care of himself, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up in her delicate condition. “Oh?” he said casually, returning every kiss she offered.

“Yes,” she said breathily. “These darn pregnancy hormones are driving me crazy. Do you think it’s too soon to…you know?”

God no. “Are you saying you want an orgasm, Kaylee?” he said, low and sultry.

Her face turned bright red. “Yes.”

“I can provide that.” Wes kicked off his shoes and tore off his shirt, pants, and underwear.

Kaylee was laughing and holding her belly. “I guess I didn’t need to ask.”

“You have no idea. I’ve been blue-balling it for weeks.” He grabbed her bottom and pulled her close. “But do you think we should christen this particular room?”

He kissed her neck and slipped off her top, just trying to save time. If he needed to, he could pick her up and carry her elsewhere, but he might as well get the disrobing done without wasting precious seconds deciding.

“The baby will never know. And besides, it’s why we’re here in the first place.”

Wes stopped kissing her and held her face gently in his hands. “We’re here because I found you again. Baby or not, I would have made you mine.”

She kissed him on the lips, a soft, delicate touch that sent a flame to his groin. “Maybe you should pull off my pants.”

“Sexiest words I’ve ever heard.”

Kaylee stood, and Wes pulled off her sweatpants as instructed. And then he was on his back and Kaylee was on top of him, easing onto his body.

Wes let out a slow breath. Better keep it together or this would be very short.

He was trying to unhook her bra to get a view of her beautiful pregnancy boobs when her first orgasm hit. Her hips continued to undulate on him. “Oh, God,” she said seconds later. “Another is coming.”

Her pace picked up and Wes shoved up her bra, touching her and holding on. By the second orgasm, he was right there with her, filling her and cherishing her and so fucking thankful.

When they’d both caught their breath, he helped ease her onto her side next to him and held her close, staring into her eyes. “Maybe we should get you knocked up more often. Pregnancy sex is the best sex ever.”

“Ever?”

“Okay, not ever. Every time is amazing. But just think of the number of orgasms you could have had if I hadn’t been ready to explode. I think we need to investigate this theory. Like, how many can you accomplish while you’re riding the hormone rollercoaster?”

She laughed.

“You don’t think I’m serious?” He leaned over and kissed her neck. “Because I am. Mission Multiple Orgasms for Kaylee is so on.”