Page 102 of The Forbidden Bodyguard

I’ve never been happier in my life.

The following week, just as we’re preparing to leave to see his mom on Thanksgiving, I feel a wave of nausea hit.

I know immediately what it is.

Oh boy.

EPILOGUE

DECLAN

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We spent three days with Mom over Thanksgiving, and by the end of the first day, there was no hiding Stella’s condition.

We got a test at the pharmacy, and it was positive.

I’m going to be a father.

Holy shit.

I am the happiest man in the world.

If I could get her father put behind bars, I would, but as it stands, the authorities aren’t willing to press charges for her kidnapping and his involvement because they are working with him to get information on some of the criminal distribution networks.

The asshole is talking and covering his ass.

Josh said to give it time.

I know it's hurting Stella, but being pregnant has reignited the flame in her eyes.

“We’re creating our family, sweetheart. Focus on our baby.”

“I am going to be a mommy.”

“You’re already a mommy,” my mom told her.

She loves Stella. The moment they met, they embraced and fuck me, I nearly cried.

I want to show her what it means to truly be loved.

Every day.

Every damn day until I die.

“I think it’s a boy,” Mom declares after lunch on our final day.

A few of my SEAL buddies stopped by, and Miles and Grayson joined us on the way home from their own Thanksgiving weekend. Our place was always open to my naval friends to visit, and I’m sure it was so she could talk about Dad.

“Could be your father reincarnated.”

Uncle Chad glances at me, and I roll my eyes.

“Don’t mock me. It could be,” Mom says.

“You believe in reincarnation, Mrs. Sloan?” Grayson asks as he bites into a sandwich and balances a beer in the other hand.

“Not me,” Todd, another SEAL friend, says. “I think we would have proof by now if there were.”