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Cash quickly slipped the huge ring onto my finger and stood up. His mouth covered mine, stealing one more “yes” from me.

His arms circled my torso, and he kissed me.

Not just any kiss.

It was the kiss to end all kisses.

No one—ever—needed to kiss anyone.

Ever again.

Because Cash had perfected it.

He gave me the best, flawless, most incredible kiss.

It righted so many wrongs.

And I swear—I heard—and felt—the sighs of the millions of viewers watching.

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A Couple of years-ish Later…

Jillian

“So, we did all of the genetic testing. As I stated on the phone, the results are back,” the doctor said, looking over her glasses at us.

Cash squeezed my hand and leaned over to me. “We don’t have to find out. I mean, there’s not even a reason to find out—yet.”

My eyes got watery as I smiled a wobbly grin at him. “There’s a reason.”

He shook his head. “Sweetness, there’s not.”

“There is.”

His head tilted slightly. “What do you mean?” he asked with an overly cautious look on his face. I swear he stopped breathing.

I knew I had.

“I took a test this morning. I’m pregnant.”

Cash had the biggest, best smile I’d ever seen in my life. Every time that man smiled, my heart grew.

And right now, it was bursting.

His eyes welled up with unshed tears. Which only made mine do the same thing. “You—you’re sure?”

I nodded, and then his big arms were around me. “Best fuckin’ news—ever,” his voice stuttered out as he let out a long breath.

“Yeah,” was all I said—all I could get out before my body started to shake.

And so did Cash’s.

We held each other while we cried tears of joy.

And tears of sorrow.

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