Page 323 of By His Vow
“Congratulations, Tate. You’re our new Chief Marketing Officer.”
The world spins around me as I stare at my big brother.
Kingston steps behind me, his arm wrapping around my waist as if he’s worried I’m about to drop to the floor.
“B-but I’m pregnant.”
Miles shrugs. “It won’t stop you from doing your job, will it?”
“Uh…n-not right now, but?—”
“Tatum,” he sighs. “Even senior management are entitled to maternity leave. And anyway, there isn’t anyone else I’d allow to have the job. It’s meant to be yours. It always has been.”
Kingston leans closer, his warm breath rushing down my neck, making me shiver. “We’re going to take over the world together, baby.”
“So,” Miles starts. “What do you say?”
It’s everything I’ve never wanted, but right now, standing here with my husband behind me and nothing but hope filling my big brother’s eyes, there is only one thing I want.
This.
All of this.
Lifting my hand, I hold it out.
“Thank you, Mr. Warner.” His brows pinch as he hesitantly lifts his hand to mine. His palm slides against mine and I keep my mouth closed, torturing him a little longer. “I happily accept your offer.”
“Yes,” he hisses before stealing me from King and engulfing me in a bone-crushing hug. “We’re gonna fucking kill it, Tate. It’s going to be epic.”
As much as I want to go home and freshen up before our doctor’s appointment, my new and very sudden promotion meant that we all ended up going for celebratory drinks.
Lori was buzzing with excitement, and so were Miles and King. Kian was...well...Kian.
I guess this huge change in my life doesn’t affect him like it does Miles and King as CEOs of Warner Group. I’m pretty sure I could see a little pride in those green eyes of his, though.
As predicted, there was nothing more that the doctor could tell us about my pregnancy, that we hadn’t already learned. She took my blood pressure, which was normal. A freaking miracle if you ask me after the past few weeks. My pulse was good, too. She took blood, but we won’t know the results for a few days, and she hooked us up with a midwife. But, just like I knew, and much to Kingston's irritation, there isn’t much to do but look after myself until we have our first scan and learn a little more about our peanut.
“Can we swing by Lori’s and pick up Griz?” I ask tiredly as we head across the city.
Kingston turns to look at me. “Baby, you can hardly keep your eyes open,” he points out.
It’s true. I’m fighting damn hard here. “I need my girl,” I whisper pathetically.
“We can get her first thing in the morning. You heard what the doctor just said, you need to rest, take care of yourself.”
“One stop for Griz isn’t going to stop me from doing that,” I argue.
“Tomorrow, Tatum,” he says, pulling out the fierce CEO voice that makes my lower stomach knot with desire.
I silently chastise my body. I’m definitely too tired to go there.
I let out a heavy sigh that I hope lets Kingston know just how irritated I am about following orders right now.
“You two are my top priorities, Tatum,” he says, resting his hand against my flat stomach. “You always will be. Let me do my job.”
“Fine,” I huff, sounding like a petulant toddler.
He smirks before wrapping his arm around my waist and giving me little choice but to rest my head on his shoulder and relax.