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“Wow…I’m still in shock you’re having twins,” Gemma says.

“You and me both,” I muse, wrapping my arm around Katie and pulling her in for a kiss. “But we couldn’t be happier.”

“Are you gonna find out the genders?” Tyler asks.

“Yeah, at our twenty-week scan,” Katie says.

“What’re you hoping for?” Gemma asks Owen. “I bet you want brothers, huh?”

He shrugs. “Maybe one of each. That way, I can have a brother and a sister, but I guess it doesn’t matter either way.”

Katie smiles. “You’ll be the best big brother regardless.”

“For your sake, I hope it’s boys. I grew up with a sister…” I tease.

“And I was an angel,” Gemma declares.

The four of us laugh.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Katie says, smiling. “I’m already the happiest woman in the world to have my amazing son and you in my life.”

She has no idea how much that means to me because only months ago, I was hoping to have a place in her life at all. Now here we are—madly in love and expanding our family.

I’ll do anything to keep her this happy and will continue to prove to her how much I adore her and Owen, but my biggest fear is disappointing her. I worry about not being able to get a better-paying job and not being a good enough partner or parent, but I’ll always try my best no matter what. After all these years of wanting and wishing to be with her, I’m giving us my all.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

KATIE

“I don’t think I can hide this bump anymore,” I tell Everleigh over the phone. “Hell, I already need more maternity clothes.”

“I’m shocked no one at work has noticed. Your face is puffy, and you’re exhausted all the time.”

“Wow, thank you.” I groan. “Remind me again why we’re friends?”

“Because I tell you the truth and don’t sugarcoat shit,” she replies, and I can hear the smile in her tone.

“Okay, fair enough. I’m gonna tell them today. Plus, I need to let my manager know about taking maternity leave and the possibility of delivering early.”

“Fifty bucks they already know. Better pay up if I’m right too.”

“And I’m hanging up now.”

“Alright but don’t forget about our plans tomorrow evening,” she says, reminding me about our girls’ date to plan Gemma’s baby shower.

“I’ll be there,” I sing-song.

“’Kay, love you. Bye!”

I hang up and look down at my baggy shirt. I’m almost out of flowy tops I can hide underneath, and at seventeen weeks, it’s obvious I’ve gained some weight. After I told our friends last month we were expecting twins, I’ve kept the news hush-hush at work. But since we’ll be learning the genders in a few weeks, it’s time they know the good news.

“Hey, Missy. Stop in on your lunch break. I gotta tell you something really quick,” I say on the way to my boss’s office.

“Ooh…juicy gossip, I hope.”

I smirk. “See ya in a bit.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I knock on the door, and Dana waves me in. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, but instead of tiptoeing around it, I just blurt out the words.