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“I love you, too,” she says, and she tips her chin up for another kiss.

It’s still too short, but she’s right. We have business to take care of.

I have questions, but I need to start at the beginning.

“Can I ask you a question?” I pull back out of her arms for a beat.

She nods.

“What did you say to Troy?”

She raises a brow and lifts a shoulder at the same time. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Uh, yeah, I would. It’s why I asked. He walked in with a smile on his face, and he hasn’t smiled in over a month. One conversation with you and he’s a different person. What gives?”

She chuckles, and I swear I spot a twinkle in her eye as she draws in a deep breath. “Oh, you know…I just told him he’s going to be a grandfather.”

It takes a second for her words to click.

He’s going to be a grandfather?

Who’s having a baby?

He only has one daughter…

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh my God, you’re pregnant?” I murmur as hope lights a brand-new fire within me.

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth as she nods and looks up at me through lowered lashes. “Yes…Daddy.”

Jesus Christ.

What that single word does to me in the seductive tone she uses should be fucking illegal.

I grab her back into my arms and swing her around as the feeling like we’re going to have everything we ever wanted together washes over me. I went from dark bleakness to hopeful sunshine in a matter of the last fifteen minutes, and it’s been a whirlwind of whiplash that appears to be culminating with being given all the things I’ve ever wanted at one time.

“We’re going to have a baby?” Heat presses behind my eyes at my words.

She giggles as she braces herself with her palms on my biceps. She nods as I set her down, but I don’t let her go. Her smile lights up the entire room. “We’re going to have a baby. And, you know, hopefully two or three more after that.”

This time when my mouth slams down to hers, I don’t care about what other business we have to get to. This is a moment for celebration.

CHAPTER 20: GABBY

The way he kisses me is somehow both familiar and new. It’s exciting and intoxicating. I never want it to end, but it has to. As much as we both want to spend the rest of the day making up right here in my dad’s office, we have other things to attend to. There will be time to make up later.

And I plan onreallymaking up.

He pulls back and leans his forehead to mine. “I can’t believe it,” he whispers.

“Can’t believe what?”

“Somehow I’m ending up with the dream. All of it.” His voice is quiet, but I can hear the wonder within it.

I feel his words square in my chest. Maybe I haven’t had the dream as long as he has, but it’s still the dream nonetheless. Things felt pretty bleak as little as ten minutes ago, and it’s sort of incredible how quickly life changes.

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