Page 59 of Her Possessive Dominant Fake Husband

“We’re going to be just fine.”

And I believed him.

“Claire,” he said, the word warm and filled with love. “We’re having a baby.”

The excitement in his voice, the happiness that radiated from him, wrapped around me and filled the corners of my heart that I hadn’t even known were empty. He held me like he’d never let go, like he was already holding more than just me, and it made me laugh, made me cry, made me know that this was right.

“I love you,” he said, pulling back to look at me, to let me see how real it all was, how real he was.

The precious future we were creating felt solid in his arms, felt unbreakable in his embrace. I hadn’t expected to feel this way.

There was a life inside me growing in me, a new life I’d never imagined but already loved. And Alexander? He was exactly what I wanted, hoped for, and needed. When I was scared, he lent me strength. When I was unsure, he put me at ease. And when I needed love, he was there.

I didn’t doubt him. Not one bit.

We were going to be a family.

The thought made me truly happy. I felt Alexander’s steady grip at my waist, holding me like he’d never let go. And I believed that too.

“There’s just one thing,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. I held my breath to steady myself.

His body tensed—just slightly—but enough for me to feel it. And then, just as quickly, a release. He trusted me.

“And what’s that?” he asked, his voice low, steady. His lips brushed my temple, lingering, then pressed against my hair.

There was no way I’d let him off that easy. Nope, I wanted to make him sweat. And I’m pretty sure I owed him a few of those uncomfortable moments. But never to hurt him.

I glanced up, catching the anticipation in his eyes, the way he searched my face as if bracing for something serious, something life-altering.

I bit back a grin.

“You get to be the one to call your mom and tell her.”

For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Then—slowly, incredulously—a chuckle rumbled in his chest, breaking through the tension like sunlight after a storm.

Relief spread through me, warm and certain.

And just like that, everything was right in the world.

Epilogue

Claire

If someone told me a year ago that this would be my life…

I’d have laughed in their face.

Back then, I was drowning in debt, trying to figure out my life, stressing every moment of every day. And now… well, none of that applies now.

But now? Now, I breathed, relaxed, basked in Alexander’s endless love.

The penthouse was quiet, save for the murmur of familiar voices—Alexander’s mother, my brother, my mother—all gathered, their presence welcoming as they sat together, waiting for the baby to wake so they could love on him.

They had seen our struggles, the good, the bad, the ugly, and now, here they were. Here we were.

The baby cooed softly, nestled against Alexander’s chest, a tiny sunbeam tucked into the hard lines of a man who was never supposed to bend. His strong hands cradled our son effortlessly, and the way he held him—with such quiet reverence—stole my breath and my reason all at once.

"You're perfect with him," I whisper, and Alexander huffed a soft laugh, the sound so impossibly tender it was as if he’d forgotten how to be the cold, commanding man I used to know. He shifted just enough to angle our baby toward me.

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