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A girl.

We’re having a little girl.

“Are you happy?” Vanessa asks me.

“So happy.”

She turns to me, cupping both my cheeks and pulling me down for a kiss. I expect her to pull away after a few seconds, but those fingernails dig into the back of my neck as her tongue demands passage into my mouth. Blood starts to rush south, and suddenly I’m wishing wecouldkick everyone out.

“They’re family,” she whispers to me, finally breaking apart the kiss. As though she’s read my mind. Or perhaps she just knows what a kiss like that does to me.

“We should probably feed them,” I add.

“Probably.”

I kiss her once more then lean my cheek against hers, lowering my voice against her ear. “But after they’re gone, I have a very special dessert just for you to enjoy, sweetheart.”

“God, I love you, Jasper.”

“Oh, I definitely love you more.”

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