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“Got it. Hey.”

“What?”

“Congratulations, man.”

I let out a disbelieving chuckle. I was going to be a fucking father. Me. “Thanks, man.”

“But I will say this. God help you if you have a little girl.”

Fuck!

“I think you mean God help the little fucker that tries to date my little girl one day.”

“That too.” We both laughed, and then he updated me on what still wasn’t going on. Diego had met up with no one yet.

Ending the call, I sat for a while longer, looking out the window, watching as the waves crashed against the shore, imagining what it would be like, coming up here with my kid and...

My thoughts were interrupted by the two arms encircling my waist. “What are you looking out there and thinking about?”

Placing my hands over hers, I turned to face her, kissing her lips. “I was just thinking about how great it will be when we come up here with our son or daughter.”

The smile that spread across her face told me she was growing into the idea too. “That would be so fun. We could take family photos on the beach. Teach them about the ocean. Go on picnics. It will be perfect.”

Leaning down, I cupped her face, kissing her again. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. This little one seems to be a trouble causer only in the mornings so far.”

I rubbed my hand over her still flat stomach. “Well, he or she will be my child so that may change later.”

She giggled. “I’m sure it will. I’m feeling a little hungry. Do we have any fruit?”

“We do.” Opening the fridge, I pulled out some cut up watermelon, pineapple, and mangos, setting the containers onto the counter.

I watched as she dove in. “These mangos are so good. Want some?”

Moving in closer, I opened my mouth, taking the offered piece from the fork. “They are good.”

The rest of the day, we spent relaxing and watching movies.

Hearing my phone go off, I picked it up, seeing a text from Keiran, telling me Diego was on the move and they were on him.

Maybe we’ll finally find out what or who he’s here for and possibly get our hands on whoever he’s hired to find out my identity.

Being out here with Clarice was heaven, but reality wouldn’t ever go away.

“Everything ok?”

I kissed her on the head. “Everything’s fine. Do you feel up to going out for a nice dinner in town tonight, or are you still wiped out?”

Perking up at my words, she grinned. “I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to go somewhere fancy, so I could wear that black, laced dress by Dolce&Gabbana.”

Getting up, I pulled her to her feet, bringing her in close to me for a hug, her eyes gazing up at mine. “Then you get that fine ass of yours upstairs and start getting ready while I take care of everything else.”

She practically jumped up and down in my arms, kissing me before taking off up the stairs. “I’ll be ready in forty!” she called out over her shoulder half way to the bedroom.

No woman got ready in forty minutes, so I knew I had plenty of time to make all the arrangements I needed for what I had planned tonight.

It had taken me just over a half hour to get everything lined up for tonight and now it was time to shower and get myself ready.

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