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They all nod, and before I know it, they’re wrapping me in a group hug, their warmth and strength surrounding me. For the first time in days, I feel a flicker of hope.

We’ll figure this out. Together.

Chapter Thirty

Troy

It’s been a month since Savannah found out she was pregnant, and somehow, we’ve managed to keep it quiet. Well, mostly. My mom, Millie, and Jade know, but they’ve been cool about it. Supportive, even.

It’s weird seeing my mom so…soft. She usually treats emotions like they’re a sport she doesn’t play.

We’ve been taking turns with Savannah, making sure she’s got someone with her for every appointment, every craving, every late-night panic about what’s coming. She doesn’t say it, but I know she’s scared. Hell, I am too.

The sound of her steps on the stairs pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance up, and there she is, looking like a fucking dream. She’s in one of those dresses that clings just right, andher curves—yeah, they’ve gotten a little fuller lately. Not that I’d ever say that out loud. I like breathing.

“Stop staring,” she teases, smirking as she reaches the bottom step.

“Can’t help it,” I shoot back, leaning against the counter. “You’re hot. Pregnant and all.”

Her eyes narrow, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. “Pregnant and all? Really?”

“Hey, you know what I mean.”

She rolls her eyes but steps closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Have you heard from Jared yet?”

“Not yet.” I press a quick kiss to her forehead. “And can you not stress about that right now? We’ve got the doctor’s thing today. Focus on that.”

“You’re right,” she sighs, leaning up to kiss me softly.

I could get used to this—her being all affectionate and not ready to bite my head off every five minutes. Not that I don’t deserve it sometimes.

Jamie’s out with Noah and Pup. Yeah, we finally named the damn dog, Pup. Real creative, I know, but it stuck.

Jamie said he needed to stretch his legs, which probably meant he needed a break from us. The guy’s been on fire this season—scoring points like a man possessed.

We’ve played the Utah Rangers, New Orleans Bruins, and Nebraska Oilers over the last few weeks, and he’s racked up goals in every single game.

“Ready to go?” I text her as she heads back upstairs to grab her bag.

“Yeah. Let’s do this,” she replies.

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The doctor’s office isn’t exactly my favorite place, but today, it’s not so bad. Savannah’s hand is in mine as we wait in the exam room.

She’s tapping her nails on the armrest of her chair, her nerves showing despite the calm front she’s putting on.

“You good?” I ask, squeezing her hand.

She nods, but her eyes don’t meet mine. “Yeah, just…you know. Hoping everything’s okay.”

“It will be.” My voice is firm because I need her to believe it. Hell, I need to believe it.

The doctor comes in, all smiles, and Savannah visibly relaxes. “Let’s see how everything’s looking,” the doctor says, setting up the ultrasound machine.

Savannah lies back, her grip on my hand tightening. The gel is cold, and she flinches, muttering something under her breath.

“Here we go,” the doctor says, and then there it is—our baby’s heartbeat, loud and strong.

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