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Demyen chuckles. “You’ve got me, baby. All of me. For all eternity, you crazy lady.”
“You’re the crazy one,” I snort. “What are you thinking, marrying me? I have more baggage than a jumbo jet.”
He playfully pokes my side. “We have a matching set.”
I snuggle deeper into his warmth with a happy, satisfied sigh. He rubs my back, trailing his fingertips along my spine.
“So… when do you want to get married?”
I think about it for a moment; a few calculations have to run through my brain before I have an answer. “Could we do it in a month?”
Demyen wheezes. “A month?”
I lift my head with a frown. “Is that okay? Do you not want?—”
“Baby.” He sits up and quickly pulls me onto his lap so I have nowhere to go or look but him. “Baby. I want to marry you right the fucknow. But I also want you to have your dream wedding. Don’t you want the fancy gown and reception and… I don’t know. All that wedding shit?”
“I do. Kind of.” I rub a hand over his chest and take a moment to admire just how fuckinghothe is. “But I also want to be able to fit into my dress. And enjoy walking down the aisle. You know, before I balloon up.”
He snorts a laugh and rubs my sides. “What, are you pregnant?”
I smile at him.
He blinks at me.
My smile widens.
“No.”
I nod. Once. Slowly.
“No.” Demyen looks down at my stomach. It’s very slight, but it’s there. The baby bump he’s been assuming to be just me getting my health back. “No. No… no, no, no…”
My stomach twists into a knot. “Are you… are you not happy?”
He whips his gaze up to mine. “No! I mean, yes! I’m… I’m fuckingthrilled!” He laughs, but it sounds choked. “I’m just… shit. Fuck. Baby. Tell me you just found out. You’re only, what, a week or two along?”
My face heats. His desperation to avoid the reality is actually pretty endearing. I stare down at our laps, though, because I don’t know how bad he’s about to spiral. “I, ah…I’m starting the second trimester.”
Demyen wheezes.
Then he rolls me onto my back, quickly pinning me down under his panicking weight.
I burst into a fit of giggles as he flutters kisses down my body to that sweet little swell, where he stops and nuzzles it for a long, quiet moment.
“You’re gonna have to help me here, little one,” he mutters against my skin. “Your mother is fuckinginsane.”
“Demyen! Language!” I laugh and smack him lightly with a pillow.
“You.” He stares up at me, eyes wild and crazy and filled with so much love and awe. “You were pregnant. Through… through all of it?”
I slowly nod again. “I realized it during the auction. A little before, actually.”
“Before?”
“You didn’t exactly give me room to formally announce it.”
He thumps his forehead against my swell. Over and over. “I’m a goner,” he groans to our little baby through my skin. “She’s gonna have me by my balls for the rest of my life.”
“Hey!” I laugh. “You happen to like when I have you by your balls.”
A bright, brilliant grin spreads across his face. “Yeah. I do.” He looks at my swell again. “Which is exactly howyoucame to be?—”
“Dem!”
He grins even wider and I swear it nearly splits his face. “Goddammit, Clara. I fucking love you. Andyou,” he adds with a quick kiss to my stomach. “And your big sister.” He looks up at me in sudden alarm. “Does Willow know? Does anyone else know?”
I spend the rest of the night explaining to him how he’s the first I’ve officially told, but probably the last to figure it out. And then I rub his shoulders and massage his back with my breasts while he chugs straight from the bottle and we laugh, we cry, we hold each other as we celebrate this wild new adventure we’re about to embark on.
Together.
