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I wanted her here with me in the penthouse now, before the baby was born, and I needed her to agree with me. I didn’t like the idea of her living alone ever, and especially now. What if her mother showed up at her apartment to bother her? I was her protector. She was mine, and now she knew it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Travis

After the girls left, I turned to the group. "Anyone want a beer?"

“Let's see what the work is first," Tate suggested.

I motioned them to follow me and led them to the guest bedroom.

"Wait a second. How much furniture did you order? I thought we were just building a bed, son," Dad said.

"Six beds," I countered. "She ordered six and wants to see them all assembled to then decide which one is the best."

Luke jerked his head back. "Holy shit."

"That's intense," Sam said.

Dad just chuckled. "It's called nesting."

"What's that?" Luke asked.

"When a woman is about to become a mother, she has this urge to make the whole house perfect for the arrival."

"Usually that starts further down the road," Sam said. “I’d chalk it up to pregnancy nerves.”

"How do you two even know those terms?" I asked.

"I'm a doctor," Sam said easily.

"And I'm a father," Dad explained.

"So am I, but I didn't know that term," Tate said.

"I’ve got six boys. I've been through this process quite a few times."

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