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He slides his hand between us, right up against my belly. “I’m not hurting you? This is okay?”

“The most natural thing in the world,” I say through a ragged breath.

Jake takes that moment to flip me onto my side, carefully, cradling my head as it lands against the pillow. He scissors my legs apart and fucks me while on his knees.

Warmth pools out in my belly in a way I’ve never felt before. It tingles and tickles, melting my brain with euphoria. “Jake,” I pant between his thrusts. “Touch me.”

His hand slides down my leg, but I snatch it, and redirect it so his palm is splayed flat against my clit. The warmth, the connection, I don’t know what it is. It’s lightning striking the same spot over and over again. I start to shake and wail, having to push my face into the pillow so my voice doesn’t shake the walls.

Jake’s hand, pressed at the spot where our connection is deepest, sends me spiraling into the longest orgasm of my life.

He grabs my thigh, drives into me, and then releases inside me.

My body clenches, pulling him out of himself, taking it all in, reminding us both how deep this connection is.

I start to cry.

“Baby, no, don’t cry. Baby, please…”

I weep in his arms. “Felt… so… good.”

Jake kisses away my tears, smooths back my hair, and reminds me why he’s the one for me. Our hands lock against my navel. Soon it will be undeniable to everyone. However, all that matters is that it’s undeniable to us.

“I love you,” he murmurs in my ear. “Let me love you forever.”

I smile through the tears. “I think that can be arranged.”

Chapter 22

Epilogue

Ihave never been prouder than the moment I watch Caroline walk across the stage to accept her diploma. The light brown hood drapes down her back along with her brilliant curls of blonde hair as the audience applauds.

From my arms, Ava burbles, her chubby hand pointing toward the screen that projects Caroline’s image for the whole hall to see. “That’s right, who is that, Ava?” I coo, patting her bottom. “Mama, right?”

Ava is seven months old tomorrow and her legs are strong enough to prove it as they excitedly kick at my side. Her smile is big and toothless and her big brown eyes are exact replicas of her mother’s.

“That a girl!” my brother Evan yells from beside me, wolf-whistling between his fingers.

I step on his toe lightly. “Not that kind of place, Ev.” I glance nervously down the row to where Gram sits, tall and proud. She looks back at me, a cool smile on her lips. But when her eyes landon Ava, you’d think the sky opened up just for her the way Gram smiles.

We might not be the best of friends, Gram and me, but we’re getting there. Ava certainly helps smooth things over between us.

And I have a feeling today will change everything.

“Ava girl!” Caroline cries out when she spots us after the ceremony. She rushes over to me, plucking the baby from my arms. Ava screams in laughter as Caroline peppers her face with kisses. “You were such a good girl. No crying at all, hm?”

“Almost,” Jude says, grabbing my arm. “But Jake’s a baby whisperer.”

Caroline looks up at me and I swear it’s like the first time. Without the accusations of being a janitor. “Yes, he is, isn’t he?” Her eyes flare in mine deviously and I can already hear her asking when we’re going to start working on Jacob IV. I try to focus on something else to avoid getting hard.

Ava grabs the tassel of Caroline’s cap and yanks on it, laughing loudly.

I lean in, give Caroline a peck on the cheek, and snatch the cap. Can’t afford much more when she has her adoring public to greet. But later, I hope to steal many, many more kisses. “Superwoman right here,” I announce, ushering her into the arms of her brother.

“You’re damn right about that!” Chase says.

I watch as Caroline is passed around from person to person. Getting a master’s degree is an achievement for anyone. For Caroline, it’s tenfold. Finished the first half of her second year pregnant, went into labor during class, and didn’t even take time off from her school work after three days of labor to keep thingson track for graduation (I have Fig to thank for that, given all her patience and support).

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