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I was still hung up on the number three.

“Three? You think I’m having triplets?”

“That’s one way to put it. But if you don’t believe me, go to the store and grab one of those tests. Spend the money.”

There were times I loved Gertrude, and times like this when… Yeah, I still loved her, but there had to have been a better way for her to tell me all of this.

“All right,” she said. “I’m going to the bakery. I want a cupcake, and I want to knit in peace. I’m going to stop at the store and buy those human tests while I’m out.”

“No, Gertrude, we’ve got it,” my mate dismissed, his exacerbation with her matching my own.

The second she was out, he squatted down so he was eye level with me and held my hands. “Do you need to go to the store?”

“No. I saw it on my neck. I’m still processing, but I saw it. I always wanted a baby, but why is she saying three? Three is a lot.”

“Three is a lot, but between the two of us, we’ve got a lot of love to give. So, if it’s three, we can handle it.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset? I have the love of my life here, only inches from me, and inside of him is growing our family. Life doesn’t get much better than that.”

It really didn’t.

Chapter Fifteen

Cyrus

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked when I saw how much money my mate had made on his dragon books. It made sense—they were wonderful and one of the best-selling series of all time for that demographic. But it was a lot. At first, I didn’t like the idea of him spending it on a home for us, but he was right. It would be better for us to be there, close by, but not quite in the same building as my job.

In the end, we were able to get everything without even touching one of his savings accounts, which had me feeling a lot better. I didn’t love that he hadn’t listened to his financial advisor about investments and had just been holding onto money, but then again, I was the one who blew everything I had on nothing but a house in need of repairs and a dream. So I shouldn’t be one to talk.

“They said we can move in as early as tomorrow,” I said as I took my mate’s hand and dragged him out from behind the desk.

“Can we go look now?”

I’d been trying to keep him from visiting the construction site too much, not wanting anything there to interfere with his pregnancy. He was already showing, and my aunt’s prediction was probably right. His belly was round, and his walk had a little waddle. It was sexy as hell.

“Yes, we can go look.”

We weren’t allowed to move in until the final inspection, which was going to be in a couple of hours, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t walk around and see what it was like now that the paint had dried and the air had ventilated enough to clear the fumes. Same with the floors. Building homes was smelly business.

The designer did a great job with the exterior. It looked like it had been here forever, even though it was barely finished. As we walked in through the front door—which was actually in the back by design—it already felt like home.

We’d picked the colors, flooring, layout, and even the small kitchen to fit our needs. Once everything was settled in with our furniture, we’d work on the studio for Boen in our old place. I had a feeling he wasn’t going to be working much for the next little bit, but, if he wanted to, he could set up a table here while we worked on getting the other space ready. Until now, he’d been mostly working on a small café table, so anything was a step up.

“The furniture is coming in the morning,” I told him, revealing the surprise I’d been keeping close in case the place wasn’t finished. Aside from one final round of inspections that had already cleared, but still needed the final walk-through, the place was done. Unless something wild happened, tomorrow we’d begin our move from the main house.

The only furniture we didn’t have coming was for the nursery. My mate was confident there was a single baby, but his belly was shouting closer to three or four. Because I was a dragon, he didn’t want to go to a regular doctor, so all we had to go on was a midwife who didn’t have an ultrasound machine. She, too, thought there were multiples, but Boen, being stubborn, insisted it was only one.

I knew he was going to be happy regardless of how many we had, but until we had a definitive number, cribs were going to remain unpurchased. There was plenty of time. Though, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had known on some level that he was carrying an entire flight based on the nursery—it was the size of the main bedroom.

“It looks great. But even with the furniture, we’re gonna need some more things,” he said.

“All right. Tell me what, and I’ll go get it.”

“No. Take me to town. I need to go.”

“Now?”

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