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“You’re pregnant?” I say, almost yelling now. “We’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” she cries. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I feel like my heart’s just been shot with another Cupid’s arrow. Warmth flurries through me, touching every part of me.
My smile widens, my smile.
It’s not a smirk anymore.
I feel myself smiling more easily these days, fueled by my love for my soulmate, for my Valentine.
I pick her up and spin her around, kissing her over and over again, her cheeks, her lips, her forehead. Wherever my lips land, I kiss, squeezing her curvy body against me.
I place her down and stare firmly into her eyes.
She’s all red and sexy, flushed with happiness and love and lust.
I cradle her cheeks in my hands, feeling the heat of her skin.
“You’re going to be an incredible mother,” I tell her.
She reaches up and grabs onto my wrist, smiling in a dreamlike way. “I still can’t believe we’re going to have a baby together. I can’t wait. There’s nobody, Liam, nobody—”
She breaks off as the sob explodes out of her. I grab her and pull her in for a hug, stroking my hands through her hair as she rests her cheek against my chest.
“There’s nobody I’d rather be doing this with either,” I tell her.
She wraps her arms around me and clutches tightly onto my back, digging her fingernails into my skin. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair.
Hunter throws his head back and howls as if announcing the arrival of our child to the world.
Extended Epilogue
One Year Later
Lola
“I guess there’s no better day than Valentine’s Day, huh?” I murmur to Angelica, kissing the top of her head as I walk up and down the balcony.
The heating is on full-force, the floor spreading its warm hands up my legs and around my waist, into my belly, a belly which feels oddly empty now that Angelica is out and in the world.
She murmurs sleepily, flooding my heart with so much love I can hardly take it sometimes.
I look out over Liam’s estate—no, our estate.
I have to keep reminding myself of that. Ever since we got married, Liam has been firm in telling me that everything he owns belongs to me, too. He always corrects me if I ever slip up around him, always with one of those smiles that makes me think I’m going to burst with starlight joy.
“What do you think?” Liam says from behind me.
I turn to find that he’s wearing the suit he proposed to me in, a wide smile on his face. His silver beard glistens in the midday sun. It’s a startlingly bright winter afternoon, the only sign that it’s February the dragon breath that fogs the air whenever we speak.
“I think we’re lucky I’m holding this one,” I say, rocking Angelica lightly. “Or I might get some ideas.”
Liam walks over to me with his light fighter’s footsteps, leaning down and kissing our daughter on top of the head, and then doing the same to me.
He smiles, straightening, but I can see that wolf in his eyes still. It’s never going to leave. Even after all the pregnancy weight and the lack of hygiene that goes along with early motherhood, his desire for me has never wavered, not once.
Just last night I woke up to him palming my breasts, my whole body shivering as he brought me to orgasm by playing with my insanely sensitive nipples.
“I wanted to look the part,” he says. “This is a historical day. Your first step to becoming a pop superstar.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but flush. Liam has rented some studio time so that I can record ‘Stolen by Your Love’ this afternoon. He’s been offering to do it all year, but I told him that I wouldn’t do it until I felt like I was ready. I’ve been practicing like crazy.
It’s stunning how close we’ve become this past year, our souls fusing, considering I’ve had college and pregnancy and my music to contend with, not to mention planning a wedding.
But we always find time for each other. Our bond never wavering, not even for a moment.
Every minute with Liam is the best minute of my life.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “I just—Is it a good song, Liam? It’s not too cheesy?”
“Who cares if it’s a little cheesy?” he smiles, reaching across and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
It’s a gesture that always makes me tingle.
“You love it. I love it. Angelica loves it. So go and record it.”
“Is that right, little lady?” I say, tilting my head down to look into my daughter’s Liam-green eyes. “Do you like Mommy’s singing?”
“Of course I do,” Liam says, making me giggle like I always do when he does his over the top baby Angelica voice.
He makes himself absurdly high-pitched.
