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“Do you want me to?”

She’s thinking, almost making me question if she does want me to. I’m going to say something when she speaks.

“Just put the ring on,” she says, laughing. I pick her up and sit her on the counter. “Viktor, people eat at this counter.”

“Ask me if I give a fuck.”

“Apparently, you don’t.” She rolls her eyes. I put the ring on her finger. She turns her hand to face her. “Are they Aisling and Niko’s birthstones?” There’s a sparkle in her eyes.

“Yes.”

“It’s perfect.” She puts one hand on my face. “You’re amazing. I love you.”

“I love you too,” I kiss her, and she wraps her arms around me.

“Get me down. I need to feed our babies.”

For the next ten minutes, Ava gets the kids ready for breakfast with Aisling in her highchair and her sitting down with Niko in her arms. Everyone who comes through the kitchen congratulates us. I couldn’t be happier than I am with my family. Soon enough, Ava will be my wife, and everything will be as it should be.

Chapter Sixty-Three

Fiona

So many things happened to lead me to this moment. My mind runs back across them as I sit in my bedroom.

This definitely can’t be good. As I leave Viktor’s office, I know I need a plan, and I need it quick. If I get a DNA paternity test, he’ll learn the truth. This baby I’m carrying is not his. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let things fall apart this late in the game. I’ve worked too hard.

I enter my bedroom, looking behind me to make sure no one is following me. I quickly go into my bedroom and lock the door. I can’t afford someone walking in while I make the call that I’m dreading, but I don’t have a choice. I grab my cell out of my purse, then race to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

“Paranoid much, Fiona?” I ask myself. I breathe in deeply and dial. It’s a few rings before the cell is answered.

“Hi, sweetheart, it’s late. Are you okay?”

“Hi, Mom. Is Dad around?”

“Yes, he should be somewhere in the house.”

“Can you find him? I need to talk to him.”

“Why didn’t you just call him?”

“I guess I should have with all the questions you’re asking. If you must know, I don’t want his number to pop up on my history if someone looks.”

“Are you okay?”

“Mom, go find Dad,” I tell her again, annoyed. I love my mom, but I swear sometimes she’s useless. How hard is it to follow instructions?

“What do you want, woman?” I hear my dad in the background.

“Fiona is on the cell. She says she needs to talk with you.”

“Give me the damn cell.” I can hear he’s in a bad mood and I’m afraid I won’t get the friendly Dad I need right now. “What did you do wrong this time, Fiona?”

“Hi, Daddy,” I begin.

“Don’t ‘hi Daddy’ me, just tell me what you did wrong so I can fix it.”

“Why do you always assume I’ve done something wrong?”

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