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And then I do. My lips are on hers, placing a searing kiss on her mouth. After a minute, I pull back. “How much do you love me?”
Her eyes fill with so much love that if I weren’t already on my knees, I would be now.
“Infinitely.”
“Good, because that’s how much time I plan to spend loving you.”
Epilogue
Ashton
~Four Years Later~
“You owe me! You owe me so fucking much!” Gretchen screams as another contraction hits.
“You really shouldn’t curse so much when you’re delivering my kid,” I chide.
Her glare silences me, but I’m unaffected. She’s been a little ragey throughout the entire pregnancy. Apparently, even in utero, our child is difficult. Not that I’m surprised, it’s half me and half Quinn.
“I’d be careful, Ash, she might bite you.” Catherine rubs her arm where Gretchen’s teeth got her.
“You were trying to eat in front of me. I’ve been in labor for sixteen hours, I want to eat!”
It’s been a very long sixteen hours too. She has to be the most hostile woman in labor I’ve ever met. Catherine claims she was nothing like this and it’s clearly the dramatics in Gretchen coming out in full force.
“See, here’s why you making lists isn’t always a good thing,” I explain as I cross my legs in the chair next to her.
“You are such an asshole.”
“Again with the language. My kid is going to come out saying f-bombs.”
“If your kid ever decides to come out.”
I shrug. “She’s comfy.”
Catherine laughs. “You know it could be a boy.”
“You know that most people find out,” Gretchen chides as her head falls back. “The suspense is killing me.”
Considering there was not one surprise that Quinn and I could have with this, I refused to find out. We implanted four embryos—two girls and two boys—and one took. I have no idea which it was, but I’m convinced it’s a girl, just like the daughter we lost.
Quinn is convinced that . . . it’s a baby. He claims that he doesn’t care if our baby is a boy or a girl, but he’s been insane since we found out that Gretchen was, in fact, pregnant.
I’m pretty sure Ben wants to kill him, but he also gets it. Trying to find a surrogate was hell. Absolutely hell. There is so much risk involved for the parents and the mere idea of the surrogate wanting to keep the baby sent me into crazy town.
Quinn was adamant that we find a friend or family member. Gretchen or Catherine were the only two I would consider. Since Catherine lives across the country, it really was up to Gretchen.
No one could’ve ever expected her reaction. She didn’t even need a moment. She agreed immediately and was so happy to be pregnant without having to deal with infancy. Now, I’m pretty sure she regrets all of it.
Carrying my child apparently isn’t anything like her last.
Catherine pops a chip into her mouth, which earns a glare. “You’ve had two kids already, what do you care?”
I stand and wipe Gretchen’s forehead with the cool cloth. “Let her rest, Cat. She’s beat.”
“Yeah, let me rest,” she says and sticks her tongue out.
There’s a knock at the door, and Gretchen mumbles.
