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“Is he mine?”

I scratch the puppy under its chin. “He’s a she and yes, she’s yours. Or, rather, ours.”

“You weren’t kidding about being all in.”

“I want it all, Aurora. I was afraid to reach for it before. But I want it all. The kids, the puppy, the white picket fence.”

Her eyes twinkle. “You realize you’re not supposed to show your cards on the first date?”

“I don’t give a fuck. This may be our first date but we’ve been dancing around each other for a decade and you’re having my baby.”

“Our baby,” she corrects.

I place my hand over her stomach where our baby is growing. “Our baby.”

“This is the best Christmas ever.”

“This, my feisty girl, is merely the beginning.”

I plan to give Aurora everything she ever wanted. Everything she’s missed since she was fifteen. Everything I have to give. It’s all hers for the taking.

Chapter 25

All in – includes doctor appointments

Aurora

My phone alarm beeps to remind me I need to get going. I finish the email I was writing as quick as I can before shutting down my laptop.

I stand and Bowie barks in her sleep. I cuddle the puppy to my chest as I search for Jett.

“Jett!”

“What is it?” he asks as he saunters down the stairs in an old pair of jeans and a threadbare t-shirt. The jeans hug his thighs and the t-shirt strains against his chest. I know exactly how sexy those muscles are without any clothes on them. I itch to touch them again.

Whose idea was the no sex rule again? Oh, right. Mine.

I clear my throat. “I have an appointment. Can you watch Bowie?”

I try to hand him the pup but he holds up his hands. “What kind of appointment?”

“Ob/gyn.”

“Hold on. You’re going to an appointment about the baby and you didn’t tell me?”

I shrug. “I didn’t realize you’d care.”

Or, more accurately, I was afraid he wouldn’t. My life is perfect at the moment. I don’t want to push it and find out it was all a dream.

He palms my neck and squeezes. “I said I was all in. All in means I’m going to every doctor appointment with you.”

Bowie licks my chin. She doesn’t enjoy being forgotten.

“What about this fur ball?” I ask. “She can’t come with us.”

“Give me five minutes. I’ll drop her off at Fender’s and grab his car keys while I’m at it.”

He’s gone before I can tell him I already ordered a cab. It’s probably better this way. He’ll complain I should have never ordered a cab in the first place. Jett can be a Mr. Bossy Pants when he wants to be.

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