Page 216 of My Rules

“We have a little girl.”

“Ahhhh,” Blake and I gasp.

“Everything go okay?” Blake asks.

“Textbook. Juliet was incredible,” Henley replies proudly.

“Do we have a name yet?” Blake asks.

“Hannah Juliet James,” he says. “She’s so ... perfect.”

My eyes well with tears, and even Blake is overcome.

“Tiny. Five pounds, nine ounces.”

“Oh, congratulations.” I smile.

“I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you both later?”

“Yeah, we’ll be in tonight,” Blake replies. “Well done, guys.”

We hang up the phone and hug in joy.

Hannah Juliet James ... I’m in love already.

I stare at my reflection as I brush my teeth. My hair is up in a messy topknot. I have a towel wrapped around me, and I’ve just gotten out of the shower. My body throbs from the pounding it’s just received, and I glance over at the perpetrator.

Blake has his eyes closed as he washes his hair, and my eyes drop down his body that only moments ago was deep inside mine.

He’s so perfect that I can’t stand it.

I wouldn’t change a thing from my past because it’s brought me to where I am now, to who I’m with now.

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that Blake is the love of my life, and if I’m being honest, I can let you in on something that I never thought I would feel: I’m glad my marriage crumbled.

Because it brought me to him.

And even when I was happy with John, it was never like this.

The love we have is like a fairy tale.

Blake is besotted with me. Our time together has been the best months of my life.

We laugh, we make sweet love and fuck like strangers, but more than that, we adore each other. Our love is based on friendship and a deep understanding.

This life with this man is where I’m meant to be.

Blake hops out of the shower and dries himself with a towel. He comes up behind me, pushes my hair to the side of my neck, and kisses me. “Round two.” He smirks up against my skin.

“Are you kidding?” I mumble around my toothbrush. “We were just hard at it for forty minutes in the shower. You cannot want more.”

But I know that he will. The man’s insatiable.

“Behave yourself and go to bed.”

“Or what?” His eyes glow with mischief.

“Or you are grounded.”

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