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“Come on, baby, we’re going for a drive,” he calls out. I walk out, curious, and allow him to lead me to his car. He glares at the motorcycle on the way out and mumbles, “No more motorcycle for you.” I roll my eyes. We drive to his apartment building, and I give him a suspicious look, getting a wicked grin in return.

“Chase, you didn’t?” I drawl.

Instead of answering, he just gives me a sly grin.

“Chase?”

He opens the car door and helps me get out.

“Chase, it’s not really necessary to...”

“Get used to it, Layla.” He demands through a smile.

We walk into his apartment, and the first thing I see is that it has been refurnished. Eyes wide I look around, and it looks really good. Chase takes me into his bedroom and that’s when I see all my stuff. Already unpacked. In his room.

“Did you... move me into your apartment?” I ask, still in shock.

“I did, perfect idea don’t you think?” He looks pretty happy with himself.

I narrow my eyes at him. “And if I don’t want to live here? I quite like living with your brothers, you know.” I glance up at him innocently, baiting him.

But he just gives me a grin, dimple in full effect, and says “Challenge accepted.”

I roll my eyes. Then I grab my man and take him to bed.

******

I’m sitting in bed, cross legged, reading my kindle.

“Is this a new bed?” I ask Chase curiously.

“Yes, why?”

“Just asking,” I mused.

Chase glances up at me, from his prone position on the bed, and raises a brow in question.

“Just wondering if you’ve had any women in his bed,” I mumble.

The humor in Chase’s eyes dims. “Layla..” he starts.

“Never mind,” I try to back track, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Layla, look at me,” he demands. I slowly raise my eyes to his. He meets my gaze and takes my kindle and puts it down, and pulls me closer to him.

“There has been no other woman in this apartment, except you,” he says softly, brushing his nose with mine. He skims the line of my jaw with his mouth, placing soft butterfly kisses.

“So don’t worry about those things any more, okay, baby, cos I’m all yours, forever,” he whispers in my ear.

He puts his hand on my stomach. “This is the start of our family, and I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t be prouder, and I couldn’t possibly love anyone more than I love you, and our child.”

I begin to tear up, damn hormones. Chase chuckles. I elbow him.

We snuggle together for a little while, him stroking my hair.

“I’m getting better at these little speeches aren’t I?” he says, now amused. I narrow my eyes at him, and he gives me a roguish smile. “So when are you going to marry me,” he asks suddenly.

“Was that meant to be a proposal?” I ask, instantly offended, searching his eyes for any indication that he was serious.

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