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“Emma, are you sure?” he asked, still unclear how he felt.

“Yes. On your birthday we didn’t—” I looked to Lily—“we didn’t use anything. I was late and I’m never late, so I took a test and then confirmed with my doctor. I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.”

Kyle’s arm shot out and he pulled me into a hug, just me, Kyle, and Lily. “Emma, I can’t believe it. We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes.” I nodded, tears in my eyes. He saidwe.

“I’m so fucking happy,” he said. “Oh, shit. I shouldn’t swear. I did it again.”

I laughed and Kyle held me. “It’s okay. This is all new. You can work on it.”

“Lily, you’re going to be a big sister,” he told her. She didn’t look impressed which made me laugh and cry some more. “I love you, Emma,” Kyle said, pulling me into another hug. “I love you so much.”

I kissed his cheek while stroking Lily’s. I didn’t know it was possible to be so full of love. “I love you, Kyle Beckford.”

Epilogue

Kyle

“Babe,doyouthinkthe banner looks good there?” Emma asked.

She’d hung and re-hung the birthday banner three times already, so I knew what my response needed to be.

“It looks perfect there, baby,” I said.

One year ago today, Emma gave birth to the most perfect baby boy to ever exist. Jackson Beckford was a combination of us both with his brown hair and blue eyes. He was a calm baby, just like his sister. Jackson adored Lily and she adored him right back. He was lucky to have her mother him almost as much as Emma did. Lily was born to be a big sister and made me want to keep putting babies in Emma until we had a whole football team.

Emma smiled. “Yeah, I think so too.” I helped her tack it in place. “It’s just, Jackson only turns one once, I want this party to be perfect.”

It was going to be perfect. Emma moved into my mansion after only a couple months of official dating. She made it feel like home instantly. We cleared out all the sleek modern furniture for comfortable stuff we actually sat on and used. That was something else Lily took to seamlessly. She loved the house right away and owned it from the second she stepped foot inside. Lily was unbothered by almost everything. In fact, living with Lily had been so natural, so perfect, so easy, that I was terrified that Jackson coming along would ruin everything.

But of course, he only made it better.

Life was too good to be true, but then every day we’d wake up to another perfect day and it would happen all over again.

“Emma, this party will be perfect. It’s already perfect. Please, stop worrying.”

Emma fussed with the elaborate array of snacks on the kitchen island. “Well, you invited your millionaire friends, so I want this to be good. What if I embarrass you?”

I kissed the top of her head. “You, baby, could never embarrass me.”

“Really? What if I showed up to this party wearing a garbage bag?”

She was wearing jeans with heels and a cropped t-shirt that made her body look incredible. “You’d probably still be way hotter than any of their wives and it wouldn’t embarrass me.”

Emma laughed and playfully pushed at my chest so she could rearrange the floral arrangement on the counter for the fifth time. “Thank you.”

“Daddy!” Lily said racing around the corner. “I’m so excited for Jackson’s birthday. When can I give him my present.”

I scooped lily up in my arms. “As soon as he wakes up, little one,” I told her.

“Okay.” She frowned. “Did you get me a present, Daddy?” she asked.

Lily started calling me Daddy almost immediately. She did it all on her own without any prompting from Emma or me. Emma tried to correct her at first, but Lily was undeterred. Our relationship moved quickly enough that it did only seem right, though. When the new baby was born, obviously he would call me Dad, and Lily was so young she didn’t even remember her biological dad. I was her father from the day we met, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Lily,” Emma said. “Today isn’t your birthday, sweetheart. Jackson gets presents today. You get presents on your birthday.”

“Right,” Lily said. “But Daddy always buys me presents.”

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