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Thankful and never taking anything for granted.

“My turn now.” I practically leap for the tiny gift bag. It’s small but stuffed with tissue paper to give the illusion of a full bag. Handing it over, I clench my fists in anticipation. The last month has driven me insane, not being able to mention anything. With Christmas being an important time to us since it’s right when we met and got together, I knew I had to wait.

“What could you have gotten me?” He takes one piece of tissue paper out and tosses it over his shoulder, making a few people chuckle in the background. “Tattoo ink? New pens?”

Like I’d buy him those. The man is far too picky about his art supplies for me to even attempt to get what he wants.

He tosses another piece of tissue paper behind him, taking his time, all the while my heart feels like it may pound right out of my chest. “Too light. I’m thinking a gift card. Oh, could it be a coupon book for my favorite things?” He pauses to wink, and I huff.

“Stop stalling, biker, and dig in.”

“Hey, can’t blame a man for enjoying his gift.” He smiles cheekily. If I knew he was such a sucker for a present, I’d have gotten him something small sooner. Now I know for next year, though. Finally, he digs into the bottom. He meets my stare, and his smile drops as his face grows serious. Slowly, he pulls his hand out, fist wrapped around the small white stick. “No way. I want to look, but I’m scared,” he admits quietly.

“Aw.” My mouth twists into a frown as I step to his body, pressing mine against his. Wrapping my hand around his holding the test, I suggest, “How about we look together? I’m right here, okay?”

He nods and clenches his eyes closed for a second before opening his fist, resting in my much smaller hand. It offers him strength right now, and he needs to know he’ll always have me to lean on when he needs it.

“Look, my love,” I whisper and watch as his eyes flick down.

They fill with tears as he draws in a breath. He exhales, saying, “Really? I’m not imagining this, right? This is truly happening?” His multi-colored irises find mine, his full of unshed tears while mine escape, rolling down my cheeks.

“It’s happening. I’m pregnant with your baby, Spin, and I’m so completely in love with you.”

“Fuck, Naomi. You’ve stolen my soul.” His big arms surround me, tucking tightly around my waist as he lifts me to him, embracing me in his love as he plants a blistering kiss on me.

Soulmates.

Forever.

The End

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