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Joel

Iblinkagain.

Again.

The results are stillthere.

And Bella's eyes are still wide withanxiety.

I want to find some way to convince her things between us won'tchange.

I can't. This could changeeverything.

But there's nothing Bella could do to convince me to stoplovingher.

There's no way to convince her. We have to get through it and come out the other sidetogether.

I stare back into her eyes. "You'repregnant."

She blinks that same dumbfounded blink. "I… I'mpregnant."

"Yeah." I turn the test to her. It's a clear result—that dark indicator line and the faint one nexttoit.

She stares at the test. "I'm pregnant." Her voice steadies. "I'm reallypregnant."

A million possibilities hit me. Us having a family here, taking a kid on the road, moving back to New York or the Bay to be closer tofamily.

Or things stayingthesame.

I run my fingers through her hair. "You don't have todecideyet."

"No… I think…" She looks up at me, her brown eyes full of wonder. Her lip corners curl up. Her voice brightens. "I'mpregnant."

"Youwantto—"

"Yeah.Doyou?"

"Yeah."

"You're not justsayingthat?"

"When haveIever?"

"Youhave."

I shakemyhead.

She stares back at me. "You really want to haveababy?"

"Notababy.Ourbaby."

"Our baby." She smiles. "This is fuckingcrazy."

"Kinda."

"You really want todothis?"

"Ido."

She jumps into my arms. "Metoo."

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