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“Can you ever have too many books?”

“Normally, I’d say no. But I’m pretty sure that no one needs ten books on pregnancy.”

“They’re not all on pregnancy. This one is baby names, and this one—” I hold it up. “—is for the expectant dad.”

“Right, sorry. I forgot about those two.” She rolls her eyes, and if my hands weren’t full, I’d grab her face and kiss her. “We don’t need the baby name book.”

“We don’t?”

“No, if it’s a girl, we’re naming her Luna, and if it’s a boy, we’re naming him Draco.”

“Where did you come up with those?”

“Harry Potter.” She grins.

“We are not naming our kids after Harry Potter characters.”

“Why not? Those are two strong, unforgettable names.” She peeks up at me through her lashes, and I know she’s fucking with me when I see the coy smile she’s doing a shit job of hiding.

“All right.” I play along. “Let’s say we go with your names. What about our other kids? You said you want three or four.”

“Hermione and Rubeus are also cool, and we could get a dog and name him Fluffy.”

“Mizzy might feel left out.” I stop when she does to read over the back cover of a book with a half-dressed couple on the front.

“We can change her name to Crookshanks. It’s not like she’d notice or care.” She tucks the book under her arm. It apparently passed the test.

“Are you going to call me Dumbledore?” He and Harry are really the only two characters I know.

“No way. You’re more Voldemort than Dumbledore.”

“And who would you be?”

“Bellatrix, but only because her name is badass.”

“Do I even want to know how many times you’ve read those books?”

“Only once,” she answers, and I raise a brow. “I’ve watched the movies a million times.”

“Right.” I laugh as we make our way to the counter with my ten books and her one addition.

With a bag of books in one hand, I take her hand with the other, and we leave the store, the two of us walking up the block to where her doctor’s office is. Three days ago, she was able to get an appointment for this afternoon with the obstetrician. Which worked out perfectly, since I leave tomorrow morning to head back to Bournemouth and will be gone for a little under two weeks.

When we get upstairs to the doctor’s office, Hanna checks in, then the two of us find empty seats in the waiting area. While she scrolls through her phone, I take out one of the books I picked up and ignore her shaking head as I start to read.

“Ms. Mayson?”

I look up when her name is called and feel my jaw flex involuntarily.

Hanna stands, and I drop the book into the bag and get up as she walks toward the woman holding a door open. “It’s okay if my boyfriend comes, right?” she asks.

Three months ago, I would have been ecstatic that she was admitting out loud that I’m her man. Now, the word “boyfriend” sounds immature and pisses me off as much as her last name does.

“Of course.” The middle-aged woman, wearing scrubs with her hair tied up in a ponytail, smiles. After she gets Hanna’s weight and blood pressure in the hall, she leads us back to a room where there’s a machine set up and a skinny bed covered in paper. “If you wouldn’t mind changing into this, Dr. Potter will be with you in a minute.”

“Thanks.” Hanna grins, taking the paper gown, and as soon as the door closes, she turns toward me. “Dr. Potter? Is that a sign that we really should go with Luna or Draco?”

“No.”

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