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Or so I fucking think. But then Roni does that thing where she bites her lip and her cheeks turn pink, and I know she’s nervous about something.

She lets out a deep breath and grabs my hand, squeezing it so tight I almost forget how to breathe.

“I have a surprise too,” she whispers, voice all shaky and adorable.

Before I can ask, she pulls my hand down, pressing it gently against her soft belly. For a second, I have no idea what’s going on. Then my brain clicks into gear.

Fucking hell.

Happiness flows through me as I stare at her, at my hand on her stomach, at the hope and nerves shining in her eyes. My heart fucking explodes. I can barely talk.

“Are you…?” My voice goes all gravelly, and I almost choke.

She nods, tears in her eyes.

Holy shit. My girl is carrying my baby. I’m one lucky motherfucker. I murmur, “I love you,” and nuzzle my nose along her soft skin, breathing her in.

She flashes her wicked little smile that promises trouble. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My pulse kicks up; all I can think about is giving her everything she wants and more.