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Converted into our baby’s nursery.

“Brady,” I gushed, swiping my hand over the polished wood changing table. “When did you do this?”

Smirking, he leaned against the doorframe. “When you were at work.”

“But we never talked about the theme,” I said, standing by the lavender wall, touching the yellow stars he had painted on it. The entire thing was done in shades of purple with an astronomy theme as a nod to my love for astrology. Even the framed artwork on the walls was of the galaxy.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

Walking around the room, I came to rest by the rocking chair in front of the window and sat down carefully. “It’s perfect! But how did you know?” How could this man have known exactly what I wanted, but never put into words?

Smiling, he came and sat at my feet. He ran a hand up and down my leg and squeezed my ankle. “Because I know you.”

But suddenly, I realized it wasn’t just that. Maybe he wasn’t like all the others, maybe Brady was different from the others. Could it be that he not only knew me, but he accepted me for me?

“Brady, this is everything I would’ve wanted had you asked me.”

A corner of his lip tugged up, and he looked at me with so much compassion and understanding. “Don’t you get it, Allegra? I didn’t need to ask you because I know you. I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the very beginning.”

“Even though you’ve seen all my weird sides?” I asked, afraid of what he might say, but also really needing to hear his answer.

Kneeling before me, he leaned into me, holding the arms of the rocking chair and staring into my eyes. “What weird sides? I only see a beautiful, special, creative, compassionate soul. Am I missing something? Have you been holding out on me?”

Biting back a laugh, I leaned forward and placed my hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

It’d become abundantly clear to me that Brady really did get me. He really did accept me and appreciate me for being me. For all the concerns I’d had about us not lasting, I knew I had been foolish. Brady and I would be fine.

It was true, I really had given myself to this man completely without even realizing it, but now, knowing this, I knew there would be no stopping us.

Screw what I’d thought about compatibility. Maybe Brady and I were written in the stars this whole time, and I’d been too closed off to see it.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Allegra

Dad’s house waspacked. Like, no room for the guests of honor to park. Seriously, Brady dropped me off out front, parked across the street, and hoofed it over with Tipsy hot on his heels.

“Did your sisters invite all of Long Island to our baby shower?” Brady asked, placing a hand on my back and guiding me into the house.

Laughing, I stepped in and was met with so many sounds—lots of talking, laughing, and loud music—and smells—none of which made me feel sick, thankfully. And the sight of so many people we knew.

Jack and Quinn were here.

My sisters, of course.

Isabella.

My dad.

Dom.

Knox.

Frankie and Angelica.

Martin, Dad’s driver and an old family friend.

Dozens of people from the office.

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