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To be loved and to have a family.

And this was all I had ever wanted.

To be able to love and to have a family.

When she started to settle down, I began to brush the hair back from her face and urged her to look at me. “Are you okay? Do you feel alright?”

She nodded. “Yes. Just tired, mostly.”

“We can skip the festivities this weekend if you want,” I told her.

“No!” she cried. “No, I’ve been wanting this for a long time, Jack. I’m not giving up the Christmas celebrations with your family, especially because it might be a little difficult to have any late nights out this time next year.”

A feeling of contentment moved through me. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, Dakota. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

After giving her a soft peck on the lips, I said, “I need to take a shower, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I can join you,” she offered.

“Okay, but nothing crazy is happening. We need to be careful,” I warned her.

It was starting already. I was terrified that something would happen to take her or the baby away from me. The thought was likely going to haunt me for the next nine months or however long we had left of this pregnancy.

“I’ll be okay, Jack,” Dakota said in a voice filled with so much promise.

I think she knew how much this was going to affect me, and she wanted to make sure I knew that she was aware of it.

I let out a deep sigh of relief. “We’re going to need that bigger house we talked about a few months ago,” I told her.

“Yeah. I think we should build it here, and we keep the cabins,” she returned.

“Really?” I asked.

She dipped her chin.

This was it. This was where we’d spend the rest of our lives raising a family. Nothing felt better than coming to that realization. “Looks like I’ve got a few months to get it all planned out, so we can break ground as soon as it thaws in the spring.”

“I can’t wait to raise this baby with you,” she said.

“I feel the same.”

She smiled at me and ordered, “Take me for a shower with you.”

I let out a laugh, shifted my body, and lifted her in my arms. Then, I carried her to the shower, where we celebrated our little miracle.

And though I spent the next thirty-four weeks being overly protective of her, Dakota never gave me any grief about it.

By the next summer, Dakota and I welcomed our baby boy, Matthew.

I was convinced nothing would have made me happier, but it was just over two and a half years later when my whole life felt like it had been pieced back together, because Dakota and I added our little girl, Genevieve, to the mix.

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