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“Yes, and in a few months, I’ll add another one and give you my last name.”

“You’ll give me your last name?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re notaskingme to marry you.”

“Exactly.”

“This is probably the worst proposal ever.”

“I never proposed. I told you what we are doing.” He smiles, and I drop my forehead to his chest.

“You are so crazy, Walker St. James,” I whisper.

“Crazy in love with you,” he whispers back, and maybe I’m just as crazy as he is, because I wouldn’t have him any other way.

CHAPTER24

hanna

At the island in the kitchen, with my computer open, I watch Walker as he walks around shirtless. I miss everything about him when he’s not here, but I think one of the things I miss the most is the sight of him when he’s just gotten back from a run and he’s all sweaty and hot.

“You need to call your parents, Hanna. And if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have no choice but to fuck you.”

“You should put on a shirt.”

“I don’t need a shirt.”

“If you want me to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing, then you for sure need a shirt,” I disagree, and he shakes his head before he grabs his shirt off the back of the chair and puts it on.

“Happy?”

“Not really.” I sigh.

“Stop procrastinating and call your parents.”

“I’m not procrastinating.”

“You are. You have been all morning. First, you said you were waiting until you fed Mizzy, then you were waiting until you had coffee, and then you were waiting until I got back from my run. Just call them.”

“I’m scared,” I admit.

“Baby.” He walks around to where I’m sitting and grabs my face. “It’s going to be fine. Stop worrying.”

“I don’t want them to be mad at me.”

“They’re not going to be mad at you.”

“They might be.”

“You forget I spent three days with them while they were here. They love you; they are not going to be mad that you’re pregnant. They might have questions and even some concerns, but they won’t be mad.”

“Fine.” I let out a breath. “I’ll call them.”

“All right.” He pulls me up from my seat and then sits and places me on his lap.

I press the icon to video-call my mom, feeling nauseous. When she answers, her face lights up with a huge smile.

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