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I’m pretty sure I see stars as I collapse on top of her, careful to keep some of my weight to theside.

“Holy shit,” shepants.

“Yeah,” I croak, words not being something I care to focuson.

“I loveyou.”

“Christine. I love the shit out ofyou.”

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Christine

When Aidan calledmetoday to let me know he was in trouble at school and needed me to come over, I didn’t even blink. I was in the middle of making a batch of scones, and I left everything. I told Emma to take over and hightailed it out of there. Four hours ago, I was still holding strong to myanger.

Two hours ago, I was about to burst into tears from Andy’sapologies.

And right now, I’mconfused.

Confused because Andy’s tearing through my house. Naked. Throwing every box he can find from my basement up thestairs.

“Honey? Care to tell me why you’re redecorating while your whacker is still hangingout?”

He stops mid-throw and bursts outlaughing.

“Whacker?”

“Well, what do you call it? Nope. Never mind. Just explain to me what’s happening here.” My hand doing an up and down motion as Ispeak.

“Explain what?” he asks, turning his head to the side and giving me that grin that could make a preacher’s wifeswoon.

“Andy, you’re still naked. Not that I mind. At all. But what’s with theboxes?”

“You’removing.”

If I thought I was confused before, it doesn’t even come close to what I feelnow.

“Pardon?”

“To myhouse.”

“Umm. Back up. When did we decidethis?”

He prowls up the steps, naked as the day he was born, and arrests my lips in a soul-crushingkiss.

“Move in with us?” It barely comes out as a question, rather much more like a statement, but that does nothing to change the fact that my stomach flutters from thedeclaration.

“Like…now?”

“Yes. I spent two weeks without you because I was an idiot, Christine. I’m not spending more time away from you two.” He places a hand on my stomach as he says it, but his eyes never leave mine. “And before you get all pregnancy-hormonal on me, I want you with me. Not just because you’re carrying my baby. I want there to be noquestion.”

“I wasn’t…” But I can’t finish the sentence, knowing it would be a lie. I can’t deny the fact that I was a little worried about that. I don’t question his love for me, but it did cross my mind that he could want me back simply because I’m carrying hisbaby.

“I know that’s where your head was going. And I know it’s my fault that the thought even crossed your mind. I’ll never make you question that again. That’s my promise toyou.”

“It’s a good promise,” I murmurquietly.

“It is. I love you,Christine.”

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