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“Let me see what I can do about that,” the agent replies.
“If we can get the rent down a little, we may be able to work something out.”
I shake her hand. “Thank you for meeting us.”
“My pleasure.”
We follow her outside, and I take one last look at the space and fight to hold back a huge smile.
I think we just found an office for me.
* * *
I follow Spencer as he strides down the hospital corridor. He’s carrying the biggest bunch of flowers I have ever seen, and I’m loaded up with gifts, too. I think Spencer bought half of the store today.
“Hurry up,” he whispers.
He’s so excited.
I’m seeing this other part of him I never knew existed… the paternal part.
My ovaries have exploded to smithereens.
Playboy Spencer is hot, fuckable, funny, and the entire world wants a piece of him. But family Spencer, the one that only a few select people get to know, is caring and considerate, swoony and beautiful… I could go on and on.
All I know is that I’m a very lucky woman to have him love me.
The way he looks at me, the way he loves me, it’s all I need.
We get to a door and he turns. “You ready?”
“I’m not the one having a baby, Spencer.”
He chuckles and knocks on the door.
“Come in!” someone calls.
Spencer tentatively opens the door. Bree is in bed and Julian is sitting in a chair beside her, holding their newborn baby.
Spencer places the flowers down and rushes to Bree’s side. “Are you okay, darling?” he whispers as he kisses her temple and takes her hand in his.
She laughs at him. “I’m fine, Spence.” She turns to me. “Hi, Lottie.”
“Hello.” I bounce with excitement. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” She smiles proudly. “He’s just perfect.”
Spencer turns to Julian and lets out a qui
et chuckle. “Congratulations, man.” He shakes Julian’s hand and then pulls the little blue blanket down to look at the baby.
“What’s his name?” Spencer asks softly.
“Henry.” Julian looks like he’s about to burst with pride. I find myself getting teary watching the two men swooning over this little baby boy.
I turn back to Bree. “Was the birth okay?” I ask softly.
“God.” She sighs. “It was fucking hell.”
