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I look up at him and he smirks. “I might be a little bit of a hacker.”

I slap his chest. “What are you doing with these pictures, Michael?”

He licks his lips as he looks down at me. “So many dirty things, baby. Wanna see?”

My lips part and I swallow as he reaches for the zipper of his jeans.

Chapter 29

Michael

“And you’re sure everyone will have their corsages?” Jonah asks over the phone.

“I’m on it, Jo. Seriously relax.”

“Ok, it’s just that Lillian will freak out if one of them shows up without one of those stupid corsages.”

“I got it,” I assure him.

The door to our brand new apartment swings open and I take Jonah off speaker. It took me and Libby a total of two days to realize if we were going to make this work. We needed a home of our own.

I put a finger up to my lips to signal to Libby to keep quiet. She nods.

We still haven’t told my family that we’re together. Much less that we’re having a baby and decided to move in together.

They’d think we were insane. And right now, we’re not in the mood to be dealing with people’s opinions of us.

But I did tell Jonah and Lillian that I have a plus one to their wedding and I can’t wait for them to meet her.

Lillian was elated. Jonah was skeptical. And one of them told my mom because I got a phone call less than an hour later demanding to know who I was suddenly bringing to my one and only brother’s, one and only wedding.

I told her she’d just have to wait like the rest of the family. Dad was just happy to hear that I was happy.

Libby sets her bags on the dining table and walks up to me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

“Uh-huh, yep. I’m on that too, bro,” I say to another request.

“Okay, oh and one more thing. Just tell us who you’re freaking bringing to the wedding man. Mom is a nervous wreck and it’s been hell having to deal with her anxiety and Lillian’s. Cut me some slack here.”

“Good try. But no, you guys can wait two days.”

“Fine, whatever. Be cryptic. Just make sure she matches the colors. That’s Lil’s only request.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s not wearing white to take away from your bride’s big day.”

Libby looks at me with furrowed brows and gives a quick shake of her head. I shrug.

“Listen, Jo. I gotta go, man. I’ll see you Saturday.”

“See you Saturday.”

We hang up. And I slap my phone onto the counter, pulling my girlfriend in for a kiss.

My girlfriend. Mother of my child. My butterfly. I can hardly believe it. She’s here. And she’s mine.

A tiny moan escapes her lips.

“You always taste so good,” I tell her.

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