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“You’re Gabriel’s father.”

My eyes bulge out and I’m tempted to slam on the brakes, but I’ve got precious cargo. “Jesus, woman.Nowis when you want to tell me? Now, when I can’t, oh I don’t know, kiss the fuck out of you?What is wrong with you?”

This woman, who’s sitting in the seat next to me totally relaxed, just shrugs while my mind is exploding. “Well, now we can distract your awkward parents with good news.” She smiles brightly, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me right now.

“You’re not my storm.”

That makes her face fall and I should feel bad for her temporary hurt, but two can play at this game. “Excuse me, Mr. Dick? You can’t?—”

“You’re the goddamn eye of the fucking hurricane. All peaceful and sweet, pretty and calm. But it’s a battle just to get close to you and come out unscathed. Fuck, Miriam.” I use the turn signal to pull over the car and park.

Grabbing her, she laughs as she fights her seatbelt as I yank her toward me. I cradle her face and bring her mouth to mine,kissing her hard and doing my best to express how much this means to me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out against her lips. “Thank you for my son.” I keep kissing her for God knows how long, but Gabriel’s snuffling from his car seat jolts me out of being lost under her touch. “Fuck…” I mumble again.

The way she uses her finger to wipe at the corner of her mouth has me groaning and adjusting my cock.

“La Niña.”

“What?” Her finger freezes, then falls into her lap.

I give her a sly smile. “You’re more than just a storm, Miriam.La Niñais a whole weather system. The maker of storms.”

Snorting out a laugh, she agrees and gives me an appreciative smile. Her hand finds its way to my arm and we finish the rest of the drive in silence, but it’s filled with perfection. Gabriel ismine. I want to scream it out loud and brag, but I won’t do that to the guys. My heart feels fuller, knowing that they adore him as much as I have.

I eye Miriam, realizing that by waiting and not letting us know right away, it allowed us to grow more of a bond with him, one we could have unintentionally fought against if we felt as though we were stepping on toes.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” she asks, drawing me from my spiraling thoughts.

“Trying to implant the rule tonotuse thehe’s MY soncard if any of them piss me off.”

She bursts out laughing, shaking her head at my honesty. “Good rule to have. Damn, is that their house?” Leaning forward in her seat, she watches the house unfold from behind the trees as we move further down the drive. “Is that your mom?”

I squint and drop my head and shake it. “Yes. She’s waiting. Guaranteed, the moment our door opens, she’ll be screaming for Harold.”

Chuckling, she unbuckles her belt and waits until the car is off before opening the door.I was wrong. My mother started screaming before we could climb out because all we hear is the tail end of her screech.

“—OLD!Darling, do you hear me? They’rehere!”

Miriam turns around and dips her head down to peer at me after she exits. “I love her already. Come on. You grab your boy.” Slamming the door shut after a wink, she strides straight over to my mother.

Unlatching Gabriel’s car seat, I lean down when I catch him staring at me with those wide brown eyes. “I think your momma and my momma are going to be just fine.”

“Har-OLD!I swear that man refuses to turn up his hearing aids.” My mom is patting Miriam’s hand as they walk inside.

I can’t help but remind her of facts. “He doesn’t wear them because he doesn’t need them.” Miriam grins at me over her shoulder and I whisper, “He has selective hearing.”

“Hush. That’s complete nonsense.Oh!There you are, my dear. Isn’t she just exquisite?”

Amelia Leigh takes the mother of my child by her hand and spins her in a circle in front of my father’s calculating gaze. And fucking Miriam Delgadolaughs.

“Son idiotas, hijo.”

How the fuck she heard me, I have no idea. The way both my mother and Miriam turn their heads toward me is frightening. Miriam narrows her eyes, but it’s my mother whose mouth falls open.

“My dear, Richard. You’ve learned Spanish?”

“Of course he has,” my father says as he reaches his hand out to Miriam. “Harold Leigh. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Congratulations on the birth of your son.”

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