Page 109 of Fiona and the Fixer

“Word around town is that you’re dating an FBI agent andshe’sthe one who’s pregnant.”

All eyes turned to my girl. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink I loved to see when I made her come. “Hey, I’m Fiona. The FBI agent. My office has nothing, and I meannothing,on Coal Springs when it comes to intel gathering.”

“We’re definitely dating,” I told Brittany, wrapping my arm around Fiona and pulling her back against me.

“We’re definitelynotpregnant,” Fiona clarified, turning her head to look up at me.

She frowned.

I frowned.

We hadn’t talked about having kids, but I had a feeling not having any was one of the few things we agreed on.

“Well, we are,” Hannah announced, flicking her gaze to Jack.

All color drained from his face. His mouth fell open. “Wh–at?”

Brittany squealed so loud Fiona winced.

It made me wonder if my girl could pick up sounds only dogs could hear.

Hannah went to him, took his hands in hers. “I’m having our baby. I was going to tell you in Hawaii, but the trip got cut short.”

Jack yanked her into his arms, wrapped her up in a tight hug, kissed the top of her head. “Gorgeous.” Then, as if cattle prodded, he went stiff and pushed Hannah away.

“Jack, what the–”

His eyes were huge, and he looked even more freaked than moments earlier. “You picked up a van!”

“Yeah, so!” The confusion on Hannah’s face indicated she had no clue why that was a problem.

“You’re not supposed to lift things!”

Hannah rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” Jack told her. “You’re carrying my baby, and you can’t do shit like that.”

“You lifted a van?” Brittany asked. “Awesome.”

“What else did I miss?” Nitro asked.

“Fiona has bionic hearing,” Hannah said, obviously trying to divert attention off herself.

Nitro glanced at Fiona. “Cool.”

Jack was having none of it. He pulled her back into his arms, practically giving Hannah whiplash. “Nap. You’re taking a nap. Then we’re–God, Pancake.”

“What about Pancake?” Hannah asked, her words muffled by Jack’s shirt.

“Toxoplasmosis. We can’t have a cat around you when you’re pregnant. Then there’s all that cheese you like. Wait. You need to get off your feet. Nitro, move your ass.”

Jack pointed at Nitro, then thumbed over his shoulder.

Hannah was given enough room to breathe, and I saw her roll her eyes again. Brittany was laughing, clearly at Jack.

Nitro relocated, clearly afraid Jack might actually murder him.

“Jack, you’re being unreasonable,” Hannah pleaded.

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