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There’s no world in which we have to be unsure anymore, in which we don’t know what the other feels.

She’s been acting weird all day, ever since we woke up together, our bodies intertwined, and she turned away instead of kissing me.

But it’s not distance. It can’t be that.

She can’t be doubting.

Can she?

“I know you’ve done a perfect job.”

These past three weeks have been busy, as Julian and I take full control of the company we acquired. It was awkward seeing Logan in a meeting, but if his red face and his stuttering words were anything to go by, he was feeling the awkwardness more than me.

I’ll leave the little shit alone as long as he keeps my woman’s name out of his mouth.

“I wanted to wait until the tattoo was finished,” she says softly. “Because it means so much. It’s a testament to all you had to go through as a kid. Everything you shared with me when it was too much to share with anybody else.”

“You’re my woman,” I tell her passionately. “The only one I ever want. You deserve to know it all.”

She moves the needle from against my skin. “And that’s why I had to wait. As we finish this, a symbol of your past…I want to tell you about our future.”

Her voice is quivering so much that I have to sit up to turn and face my woman.

She places the tattoo gun down, wringing her gloved hands. She looks so capable and beautiful in her new work shirt, her hair tied up, wildly gorgeous.

Her lips twitch as though she’s going to smile, but there’s heaviness in her words.

“I know you had to go through hell. And all we’ve talked about…the future, the kids, the family, I hope that can be your heaven.”

“It is,” I say huskily. “Youare.”

She meets my eyes, letting the smile come, her cheeks flushing in that enthralling way.

“I hope I made the right decision, then, waiting. It’s only been a few days since I learned, but….”

“Learned what?”

I stand, walking shirtless over to my woman, not feeling the stinging pulse of the tattoo.

Only the heat of her closeness.

Ofher.

“I’m pregnant,” she says, her voice alight with joy.

I let out a noise of pure contentment, the way I did when we were falling through the air, strapped together, soaring toward our destination.

And that’s what we’re doing now.

As I pick her up and spin her around, laughing with delirious joy, we soar together.

EPILOGUE

FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS LATER

Lauren

I sit on the floor, my legs stretched out in front of me, my sketching pad open in my lap as Silas types on his laptop from the couch opposite me.

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