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I reach over to my nightstand and pull a stick from the drawer and hand it to him. Saint stares at it for a moment, then looks at me, eyes wide, mouth open. “Is this...”

I nod again, a smile on my face. “Unfortunately, we may need to put season two on hold for about nine months or so.”

“You’re pregnant?” He still hasn’t moved from the bed.

“Are you mad? Oh god, please tell me you aren’t mad.” I start to panic as Saint continues to sit there. I hold my breath until he stands up and pulls me to his chest.

“I’m not mad at all. A little unexpected, but this is amazing, Haisley,” he says and crashes his lips to mine. “So fucking amazing.” He twirls me around and places me down.

“So, the nausea wasn’t due to the concussion. I was pregnant at World Wide and didn’t know it till the other day when I realized I’d missed two periods.”

“Holy shit, Haisley. You raced the last three races pregnant?” His eyes go wide.

“In my defense, I didn’t know yet.” I laugh as I pull him to me again. “I promise, no more racing until the baby is born, then we give Elle another job title.”

“What’s that?”

“PR, manager, and nanny,” I chuckle as Saint pulls me to him and kisses me again.

“I love you, Haisley.”

“I love you, Saint.”

THE END


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