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“But you wanted this baby so badly,” she whispered. “So did I.”

“Then we’ll try again. And again and again. And if it doesn’t take, then we’ll look at IVF or adoption. And if that doesn’t work then… fuck it. I’ll buy us a baby.” He paused to register the incredulous smile spreading across her face. “But you need to know, Sophie, you need to understand, that even if we don’t have any kids at all, I am happy, I am content, and I am in love withyou. The whole woman, remember?”

She pressed her hand against her belly. “Not just this.” Silent tears streamed down Sophie’s cheeks, only this time she didn’t look sad. She looked at him the way she had when they’d made love that morning, when she’d finally said the words he’d been dying to hear. “I love you too,” she whispered. “So much.”

A soft sob came from near the curtain and they turned to see the nurse wiping her nose with a tissue, a watery smile on her face as she stared at them. Jack hadn’t realised she was still there. “I’m sorry. But you two are so freaking cute together. Take it from me, honey, he’s a keeper.” She handed Jack a clipboard. “If you’ll sign the form, you’re all good to go.”

A hour later they were back in their apartment, Sophie with her heat pack strapped to her belly and Jack on his laptop, working from home, keeping an eye on his angel.

They’d decided to hold off on telling everyone what had happened, beyond saying Sophie was unwell. But just for a day. Just until they had both wrapped their heads around it and accepted it as truth.

Until then, they would carry on as usual, would continue getting to know one another. They would laugh and cry, hug and kiss, cook and eat. But most importantly, they would build a life together. A life others envied.

A life—alove—to last forever.

EPILOGUE

Sophie’s feet hurt. And the bridesmaid dress she’d squeezed her slowly expanding body into that morning wasn’t doing the rest of her any favours either. Not that Jack seemed to care about her extra weight. He hadn’t kept his hands off her in days.

Not since they had discovered she was pregnant.

For real this time.

They’d used six different pregnancy tests from three different companies over two days just to be sure.

But just the same as last time, finding out she was pregnant seemed to flick the caveman switch in Jack’s brain, and he’d fucked her every which way come Sunday ever since, like a never-ending victory lap of sex. A celebration of his virility.

She was exhausted.

Not that she was complaining. Jack Martin was the best lover she’d ever had or could ever want. Attentive, caring, creative, dominant as fuck, and the things that man could do with his tongue should be illegal.

And he was all hers.

Ours, she thought as she slid one hand over her belly.

Hers and their baby’s.

As they swayed in time to the music, Jack hooked a knuckle under her chin and lifted her face to his, making sure she couldn’t turn away, then pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you, Sophie,” he said, moving his hand to cup her cheek, his fingertips soft and warm against her skin.

“I love you too.”

“And I can’t wait to have this baby with you, to start a family with you, grow old with you.” He pulled away and reached inside his jacket pocket, then went down on one knee.

In the middle of the freaking dance floor.

“What are you doing?” she whispered through gritted teeth, nervously glancing around her to see if anyone else was watching the insanity going on right in front of her. “Are you crazy?”

He grinned. “I thought I was weird.”

“You’re both. You can’t propose at someone else’s wedding. It’s rude. Stand up before someone sees you.”

She didn’t care how much she loved the man, she would not allow him to ruin Abby’s big day, but it was too late. People had already begun to stare. Worse, they were leaving the dance floor, leaving her alone with her lunatic boyfriend who apparently thought it was perfectly fine to make a scene at someone else’s wedding.

Ready to disabuse of him of that notion, she opened her mouth… only to snap it shut without a word when she realised the music had stopped. Glancing around them again, she became very aware of the fact that she was standing in the middle of the church hall, Jack on one knee in front of her with a ring box in his hand and every person in the room watching them, including Abby and Wolf, who rather suspiciously did not look particularly upset—or even surprised—by what was happening.

She stared at the grinning newlyweds, confusion knitting her brow. “What the—”

“Eyes on me, angel.”

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