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“You said I could,” I throw back as I reach the ladder to climb up into the loft room.

“And no climbing!” he yells after me.

Chapter Thirty

Kathrine

(Nine months later)

“Bryce is a liar. Full-on lying asshole,” I say to Claire as she rocks Axel to sleep. “I made him promise me when I told him I was pregnant that he wouldn’t be overbearing, and that’s all he’s done. Well, you know what I’ve done?”

“You’ve left him,” she says with a firm nod of her head.

“That’s right!” I say, pointing my finger in the air as I walk back and forth holding my belly. “I’ve done just that! I’ve got my suitcase in the car. You said if I ever needed a place to stay, I could stay here.”

She looks down at Axel. “That’s if you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

“I’m good with the couch. I love the couch,” I try to convince myself, knowing it’ll kill my back.

She smirks, knowing I’m full of shit. “Good,” she says. “Then it’s settled.”

“Yes,” I say. “It is. I’m done with my bossy husband, and I’m going to live with my two best friends and Axel, my sweet nephew. I can’t wait to wake up in the mornings, do my yoga, and spend the day with him.”

She gives me a knowing look. One that says once again I’m full of shit. “So, when Bryce comes in here to demand you get home, you’re going to stand your ground, right?”

I turn to her. “Of course, I am! I’m a strong, independent woman. He has no right to treat me like I’m some fragile ninety-year-old lady who might snap in two from arthritis.”

“Right,” she says, nodding her head again firmly.

“You’re the strongest woman I know, and you’d never let a man tell you what to do.”

“Exactly,” I say, pointing my finger again and holding my belly because Rylee just kicked. She’s cheering me on. Girls stick with girls.

“So, let’s see you do it then.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

She nods toward the door. “Let’s see you tell that mean man to shove it up his ass.”

My head snaps to the door and there stands my overbearing, with asshole tendencies, bossy, gorgeous, so-in-love-with-me-and-our-baby, husband.

“Don’t you think you went a little far with that?” Bryce says to Claire.

She shrugs. “If the shoe fits.”

Bryce only rolls his eyes before crossing his arms. “Will you give us a moment?” he asks her.

She carefully cradles Axel. “Sure. I’ll be downstairs,” she says to me.

I nod, but don’t say anything because I’m still mad at this punk.

Claire walks by Bryce and he gives the little guy a poke in the belly, which Axel returns with a giggle and it’s the cutest. He’s almost a year old now, and he’s adorable. “I have no idea what he finds so funny about you,” Claire mumbles.

“You know you love me,” he returns.

She makes a gagging noise before she disappears.

Those two.

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