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“Yes,” Jamie replied, giving my hand a little squeeze. “Boy, girl, demon spawn…”

“Jameson,” I scolded, laughing. “If the baby has horns, it’s from your side of the family.”

He snorted.

“No horns…unless you count this,” Dr. Bob told us. Our gazes riveted to the monitor as we figured out what he was talking about. My mild panic receded when I saw it. Jamie drew in a breath as he saw it, too.

“We’re having a boy?” Jamie whispered. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my temple. “Thank you. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I answered, my heart so full, I could barely stand it. Our faces close together, we watched the screen containing the image of our son. I wasn’t sure if that moisture was from my tears or Jamie’s. I wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. More than ever, I was glad he was here with me and I knew he was committed to us—a real commitment, not a duty.

“Who should we call first?” he asked as he helped me off the table after the doctor had finished and left the room.

“The Chinese takeout place. I’m starving.”

He laughed. “Fine. I have a backup fruit bar in the car, too. And after that?”

I grinned, absolutely sure who we’d tell first because his family wasmyfamily now. “Your mom and dad. But I know everyone, even Em and Laura, is at the office today. Maybe, we can get them all together in the big conference room and announce it to them all at once.”

“Brilliant.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll call Roz and get her on it. She’s still trying to get back in Mom’s good graces.”

“I’ll call Penny and get her there, too. Won’t Bennett be happy with that?”

“What?”

“Really, Jameson?” I laughed.

“Really what?”

“You haven’t noticed your brothers seem to have a thing for my friends?”

“Huh…no.”

I shook my head. Men…

“So Bennett and Penny? And she likes him, too? Does Bennett know?” he asked.

If Penny did, I certainly wasn’t telling this man who’d run to his Irish-twin brother, blabbing about the news. Their birthdays were close enough they shared the same age for part of the year and had even been in the same grade in school. They’d done everything together—except pick on me. Jameson had never allowed that. I was his own personal frenemy. Now, I was his own personal everything.

Twelve

Jameson

“You have got to talk to your mother,” Willow said firmly.

We were standing next to each other in the foyer of our mansion, staring up at the nine-foot-tall stuffed giraffe that had just been delivered.

“Sir, where would you like it?” the delivery guy asked.

“Second floor, third door on the right,” I answered, still staring.

“Fourth door,” Willow corrected. “Please put it next to the elephant.” She nudged me with her shoulder and motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen.

I still wasn’t used to this house. We’d been officially moved in for a couple months now, and we loved it, but damn…there was a lot of space. We’d assigned the entire right side of the second-floor hallway as the kid’s domain. The nursery, the playroom, the overflow closet, then additional bedrooms for additional babies.

Well, that was my plan anyway. Willow kept calling them guest rooms.

“What are your plans for today?” I asked, bustling around the kitchen to make her a cup of decaf as she settled onto a barstool.

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