Page 158 of Mangled Memory
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“It’s early, like six or seven weeks. I only found out the morning we flew out since my cycle no showed.”
“You’re having my baby?”
“It’s definitely yours, handsome.” I widen my eyes and pretend to be confused. “But what if it’s a girl?”
“Okay—all the kids are celibate forever. Or until we want grandkids. Deal?”
“Works for m—” I never get the word “me” out because he falls on my mouth, kissing me through a smile that is so wide, it must come from the inside out.
My husband. My love. The father of my child. The man who refuses to walk on eggshells and the man brings me caffeine. My protector and my lover.
“This is going to be one hell of an adventure.”
