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“Someday,” I whispered, trying it out for myself.

A mom. Someday I’d be a mom. A part of me always knew that, but it had never felt real until that moment.

Denny

Chapter 19

I wasn’t trying to freak Lauren out of anything. I just couldn’t see a future without her in it. I wanted to build a life with her. It was easy to imagine her belly all swollen with my child. She would be a great mother. I had no doubts about that. But I probably shouldn’t have said it.

She might as well know that I didn’t always get things right. I was the guy that always had something to say, but it wasn’t always the right thing to say. My actions weren’t always much better.

“Want to change and head back out to the party or just hang out in here alone?”

Her cheeks flushed, just as I knew they would.

“I thought you said you had to make an appearance at the party.”

“We did.”

“You didn’t even go downstairs. They said the majority of the party was there.”

“I don’t want you to go down there.”

“What? Why not? I thought you wanted me to go to the party.”

I did, but that was before I realized there would be a house full of drunk unmated males. I’d managed to get us back to our room without freaking out or causing a scene, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling the stress.

“I, uh, I changed my mind.”

“What’s going on, Denny?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Oh.”

She looked so sad.

I sighed. “If you really want to go to the party, then we’ll go.”

“You just seemed excited about it and I was kind of getting excited about it too.”

She’d never been to a party before. I knew that and felt like an ass for keeping her from this experience.

I’d already experienced a few of her first moments. And I knew I wanted to be there to experience all of her firsts from now on.

As the thought popped into my head, I grew uncomfortably hard.

What was wrong with me?

I knew the answer to that already. I wanted my mate. I wanted her so badly that even an innocent thought sprang to mind that I would hopefully get to be her first lover, too.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking how I was your first kiss, your first make-out session, your first date, and I’ll damn well take you to your first party. I want to experience all your firsts with you from here on out.”

“So we’re going to the party?”

“Fine, but you have to promise me something.”

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