Page 104 of Cause and Effect

“Cherry butter?” I grinned.

“You bet.”

“You do know you can get in big trouble for this, right?” I raised my brow.

“I don’t care. You’re worth all the trouble.” He leaned in and kissed my lips.

“Where are the girls?”

“Parker is keeping an eye on them.”

“It’s Friday night. He’s not going out?”

“He had a date, but she canceled at the last minute.”

After we finished a fantastic dinner in my cell, Julian reached over and took hold of my hand.

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “I love you too.”

“Every morning, I wake up thinking how lucky I am to have you and the girls in my life. And every night, I fall asleep grateful for another day with you. You four are the center of my universe, and that’s how you’ll always stay.” He stood up, walked around the small table, pulled a box out of his pocket, and dropped to one knee. Instantly, my hand flew over my mouth. “Laurel, this isn’t how I planned to do this, but it is what it is because I can’t wait any longer. Will you marry me?”

My head nodded as tears streamed down my face. “Yes, Julian. Yes, I will marry you.” He placed the gorgeous diamond on my finger, and I threw my arms around him. He picked me up and swung me around as our lips tangled.

“You have made me so happy, baby.” He smiled.

“Gah, I can’t believe we’re engaged!” I happily spoke. I couldn’t think of a better time to tell him the good news. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m pregnant, Julian.”

“What? How?”

“I think you know how.” I smirked.

“Duh, but when?”

“The night of Roman and Morgan’s wedding. I just found out yesterday. I’m about eight weeks.”

“Oh my God, Laurel.” He hugged me tight. “We’re having a baby!” He spun me around. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Judge McCray stood on the other side of the bars.

“Look, Your Honor. We’re getting married.” I proudly showed him my ring.

“Congratulations. Really, Mr. Hamiton? You proposed to her in a jail cell?”

“Your fault, Your Honor. I had every intention of doing it over dinner tonight at a nice restaurant. There’s another thing. You need to let her out of here tonight.”

“And why should I?”

“Because Laurel just informed me she’s eight weeks pregnant. Now, I know you wouldn’t let a newly pregnant woman sleep on that.” He pointed.

“Is that so, Miss Evans?” I saw a hint of a smile on his face.

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