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“Does this mean you want to stay married to me?” The glint in her gaze is full of mischief, and yet at the same time sincere. How does she do that?

“Nah, I just got something in my eye.” She gasps, and shoots up from the bench. Laughter is ripped from me and I follow her. When she turns to walk away, a smile is lining her lips, and I pullher back to me. “If you think that you can stand me for the rest of your life then I’d like to offer my services. Indefinitely.”

She slides her hands up my chest and around my neck, and leans in close before whispering against my lips. “I’m only staying because I think it will be fun to watch your daughter torture you as she grows up.”

I pull my head back just as she goes to press her lips to mine. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.” She squeezes her arms tighter around my neck and presses her body flush against mine. Then her eyes take on an intensity that makes my knees go weak. And when she whispers against my lips, I fully understand the thing about turning into a puddle at their feet, because I just melted. “I love you so very much, David James. I’m not going anywhere.”

I pull her close, craving to be even closer. She clings to me and I hold her tighter. So tight that I’m afraid I might hurt her, but she just smiles wider. The last thought I have before I’m lost in Cat’s kiss: How did I get so lucky twice?

Tea Time

HeyTeaLovers.

Wecaughtanother glimpse of Catherine and David James talking on a bench at Maple Grove Park—again!—and they were absolutely enchanting. So obviously in love. How did we ever think anything about their relationship was fake?

Sorry, today’s tea isn’t spicy or even hot—just ridiculously sweet—my favorite kind, if I’m being completely honest.

Oh, and a quick apology to Finn Mitchell for our assumptions—where this relationship was concerned anyway.

But don’t get too comfy, Mr. Mitchell—all of us at Tea Time have our eyes on you.

Till next time,

Chamie

Epilogue

Cat

Six Months Later

“Areyousurethisis safe?” David interrogates Dr. Carlson on one of my follow up visits.

It’s been four months since I made a phone call to Dr. C asking if there was anything special I needed to do if David and I wanted to start a family. Besides his obvious excitement at the news, he set me up with an OB/GYN, Dr. Amanda Jacobs, who specializes in pregnancy and thyroid conditions.

Since then, the three of us have been working together on a plan of action. Trials with medication levels, bloodwork, and finally, a new medication that has been great. Everything has gone better than expected, but David’s a mess, and I love him for it.

“Do you know how healthy your wife is?” Dr. Carlson asks and I watch David’s brow furrow. “Ridiculously healthy. How has she been since we switched medications?”

David blows out a deep breath, and grabs my hand. “No side effects.”

“Exactly,” Dr. C says. “She’s been working with me and Dr. Jacobs, and everything is perfect. We’ll continue to check her thyroid hormone levels, like always, and once she’s pregnant we’ll make any adjustments needed according to the test results.”

My worried husband continues to rub a thumb along my hand, as he takes in what the doctor just said.

“David,” Dr. Carlson says softly, his stethoscope moving away from his chest a bit as he leans in. “Cat is strong and her body is healthy. This is a good thing for both of you. Unless you don’t want another child.”

I watch as David shakes his head. We’ve talked about more kids and we’re both in agreement. My husband is just worried, and I understand why. Which is why we’re sitting here, again, for another group therapy session.

“Don’t you think it’s time you get out of my office, and head home to start making a baby?”

Heat crawls up my face and David coughs. But Dr. C just sits there with a sparkle in his eyes, totally aware of how much he’s embarrassed both of us.

I laugh. Then David laughs and Dr. C winks. “Go on and get to work. I’ll see both of you either when Cat’s pregnant or at her next follow up. Okay?”

Glancing over at David’s face I throw my head back and laugh. His eyes are round, his mouth is flapping like a fish and there’s the cutest hint of pink covering his face. Leaning over, I kiss his cheek.

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