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“There’s your answer. Why don’t we have a look at Baby Tremaine?”
I feel my throat close but say nothing. I need to be on my best behavior for her. No slip-ups.
“Windsor,” Amanda says. “It’s Baby Windsor.”
Fuck, I love her.
I take her hand and kiss it in appreciation as they prepare her belly with the jelly.
Dr. Fuckface starts moving the wand over her adorable little belly. “Let’s see if we can find Baby Windsor.”
A small form starts to take shape on the screen. “There’s Baby Windsor. Looking good. Everything seems in order.” We hear a whooshing sound. “And there’s the heartbeat.”
I panic. “It’s so fast. Is that normal?”
“It’s very healthy, Mr. Windsor. I promise. Everything looks perfect. It’s a drop early, but do you want me to try to see what you’re having? The baby is in a good position for it.”
Amanda shrugs. “I don’t care either way. Beckett?”
My eyes widen. “Me? You’re lettingmedecide whether we find out whatwe’re having?”
She lets out a laugh. “Yes. You made this baby too. It’s half yours. The crazy half.”
“I don’t care what it is, but I wouldn’t mind knowing. It might be fun to prepare things. Is that okay?”
Amanda turns to the doctor. “We want to know. Tell us.”
Dr. Crest moves the wand a bit and says, “Yep. Clear as day. You’re having a boy.”
I clutch my chest, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. A son. I’m having a son. About a million different images flash through my mind of things I want to do with him.
I look at Amanda’s smiling face. I hope he looks just like her.
Because I’m a puddle of emotions and can’t help myself, I grab her face and kiss her. Hard. Long. Deep.
She doesn’t stop me. In fact, she grabs my hair and kisses me right back. Our tongues meet for the first time in two months. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
Oh my god, I’ve missed her. I can never be without her again. I’m a moron for treating her like I did. I swear, if she takes me back, I’ll spend every single day of my life making it up to her. I’ll never take her for granted again.
I don’t know how long we kiss. It feels like both two seconds and two hours. When we eventually breathlessly break free, the doctor is nowhere to be found.
I keep my forehead pressed to hers. “I love you. Marry me.”
She runs her fingertips over my scruff in her special way that always makes my dick hard. “Beckett,we just had a conversation yesterday about taking it slow. Earning trust back. Proposing less than twenty-four hours later isn’t exactly taking it slow.”
“Right. Hmm. Move in with us.”
She holds my face. “Take a breath.”
I do. A deep one.
“Slow. We’re taking things slowly. We’re building back the trust. We may or may not get there. Regardless, we’re bringing an innocent child into the world.He’sour priority.”
He. My son.
I swallow and nod. “You get dressed. I’m going to have a chat with the doctor.”
“Beckett, behave.”
