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I seize her mouth in a scorching kiss. I slide right home, my eyes locked on hers, my love, my future, my all. I don’t allow myself to get lost in her like usual, not wanting to hurt our babies, but her hand catches my hand. With lust glistening in her eyes, she urges me, “I won’t break!”

“But . . .”

“You won’t hurt the babies, trust me.”

My control slips away as I push inside her, claiming and marking her until my legs weaken under me. I come, losing myself in her eyes that say she loves me in a hundred distinct ways and we both fall into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

BRIA

Damien caresses my belly, and it is my new favorite way of waking up. He’s propped on his elbow with his eyes shining with love and wonder. I open the nightstand and pick up the first picture of our babies. He takes it, his finger trembling slightly as he studies it and lets an amazed gasp out. I point toward the little black dots.

“Are these two peanuts our babies?”

His voice fills with pride and adoration, and butterflies erupt in my belly.

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

He puts his lips on my stomach and kisses it.

“Damien, I’m ready to fly back home.”

He lets out a relieved breath as he wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you.”

“It’s me who should thank you, baby. Your support these last months . . . I wouldn’t have made it without you.” He takes my hand in his and lifts it to his mouth, kissing the inside of my palm.

“I promised you, I’m right here for now and forever. You’re not alone and never will be again. Whatever you want to be, to achieve, I’m right at your side.”

I tilt my head to him and confess, “I still miss him, but I promised him I’d be strong.”

“Quinn was an incredible man, and my appreciation for him will never fade. It’s perfectly normal to miss him. Plus, you’ll make sure his legacy will continue to flourish.”

“Do you think Alex will be all right?” He shrugs, and I love how he always answers without sugar-coating it.

“I don’t know. He’s a tough guy, though. I’m sure the time you spent together helped him. He knows you’ll be there for him, and he’s family, no matter what. And your little two-person family will have two more members in a few months.”

Three days later, we leave New York, and although it hurts me to be away from Alex, I know I’m doing the right thing.

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We arrive at Dr. Goldstein’s office, and Damien fidgets in the seat, tapping the floor until I press my hand over his knee to stop.

Her presence demands both respect and attention. She appears to be an ageless, white-blonde beauty. Her frail appearance is in contrast with her strong personality. Her voice is warm, but the way she talks is self-assured. I like her until I realize she formed an alliance with Damien—they’re the health police—and I stop liking her on the spot.

Damien notices the change and a smirk paints his face. He’s lucky that we are in public. I still threaten him with my heated look as he smiles and mouths, “I love you too.”

She informs me that in my situation, a pregnancy should never have happened this soon. I already guessed on my own without a medical degree. The doctor goes through all the things that might go wrong and all the risks, from my heart worsening instead of recovering, to cardiac arrest, to death, and my husband pales a little more every minute. I feel bad for him, but it doesn’t last as I’m reminded we’re going to become parents. It overshadows every potential fear for me.

I’m still alive, your only concern is to keep me alive. The rest I’ll handle by myself.

I assure her I’m well aware and understand all the risks, but it won’t change the fact I’m having these babies. If she says one more time that I should rethink the whole pregnancy, I cannot be held accountable for my actions. I already love these babies, and this is my only chance to become a mother. I know Damien too well.

In the middle of the conversation, her stance changes to acceptance. “Mrs. du Sky, for the next few months, you’re to be on strict bed rest. No stressful situations, and I mean absolutely none. Your heart will have to work double now.” I nod, and before we leave the office, she adds, “I wish you all the best.”

Considering everything we were just told, I feel great, and Damien relaxes, witnessing my constant, cheerful attitude. Our babies are worth the risk.

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