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“You’re doing great, bro,” I call.

Jimmy grins, then turns and nods toward the mountain.

We’re on a private slope, a treat from Silas. The lodge is beautiful and rustic, with a view of the surrounding snowy nature.

“Look, Dad and Silas are coming.”

My gaze moves up the mountain, spotting Silas as he leans to one side and turns the corner to the final stretch. He’s moving so fast it makes my heart flutter quickly, as though our baby is already inside me, calling out for Daddy.

Silas crouches down, taking the final section as quickly as he can, his body aimed like an arrow.

Even through his coat and thick trousers, I can make out his solid muscles, his perfect form.

Dad glides down beside him, both of them racing to the end and coming to skillful stops.

Jimmy claps the handles of his poles together, laughing. “Amazing. You gotta teach me that.”

“Gladly,” Dad says, grinning.

“I could show you a few moves, too,” Silas says, taking off his goggles, his eyes glinting intensely as he looks over at me. “I hope we’re not boring you.”

“It’s beautiful out here,” I reply. “It’s impossible to get bored.”

He walks over on his skis. Mom conveniently stands at that moment, going over to speak with Dad and Jimmy.

I stand, looking up at my man with snow flecking his strong jaw, his silver hair glistening like the surrounding beauty of nature.

“I keep thinking about skiing down here and finding you holding a baby.”

We’ve spent a lot of time on that this past week, my sensual side truly awakening after our first time after he showed me how perfect it could feel.

“Soon,” I whisper.

He leans down, kissing my cheek gently.

It’s the most he’ll do in front of Dad, though we held hands earlier. There’s going to be a transition while everybody gets used to it, but there’s no awkwardness between Dad and Silas, no sign their friendship is going to end.

“Come for a walk with me later,” he says. “Just me and you.”

There’s extra intensity in his voice, which is crazy considering how intense he’s sounded all week. There’s an added layer of husky temptation.

“A walk where?” I whisper.

“Do you trust me?”

I remember when he asked me the same thing before the sky dive, and all he said in the air afterward. “Yes.”

“Then don’t ask where. Just come.”

I grab his hand, squeezing tightly. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

* * *

We sit side by side as the stars glisten down, riding the ski lift to the top of the mountain. He’s got my hand in his, holding it tighter than he has yet like he wants me to feel all the love he’s capable of giving in one big rush.

I smile up at him, my body contentedly sore from what we did in our private ski lodge before leaving.

I was on top this time, my hands splayed on his chest, shifting up and down as his hands fused to my hips.

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