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I held up what was left of my brownie, then pointed at the cake.

His eyes warmed, and he dropped them all on the counter before coming my way.

“You on your period, darlin’?” he asked.

I nearly rolled my eyes. “What gave it away?”

His lips tipped up at one corner before he said, “I have two sisters. Had. Shit. Anyway, I know that they like their sweets when it’s that time of the month.

I leaned into him, stealing his warmth.

“Yes, I’m on my period. All I want to do is collapse onto your couch, steal the blanket off your bed, roll myself into it and veg in front of the TV before we go to bed.”

He sifted his long fingers through my hair before saying, “Done.”

So that was what we did.

We sat there, watched mindless TV, and I had the time of my life.

I had no clue it would be so freakin’ great to just… be.

And the cake.

Oh my God, the cake.

Hours later, after the last bite was finished, I felt like a full tick ready to pop.

“Chocolate with caramel for your groom’s cake,” I teased.

He chuckled, patting my distended belly gently before saying, “And vanilla with buttercream for the wedding cake.”

I felt a burst of pleasure at his words.

If only…

I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I did get a few solid hours of anxiety in.

—T-shirt

QUINCY

My phone rang, and I groaned.

Peeling my eyes open, I glared at it on my night table.

“Answer it already,” the woman pressed to my side urged. “Before it wakes me up.”

I snorted. “You’re already awake.”

“I’m not,” she disagreed.

I rolled my eyes and reached for my phone.

I had a solid six and a half hours in. Honestly, that was pretty good for me.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t still tired as fuck, though.

“Hello?” I answered, getting myself tangled up in the cord.

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