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“A box calledPanic and Prosper. It contains a stress candle, chocolate, a small bottle of vodka, and a flask.” I grinned.

“Damn. It’s already my favorite company.” He smiled.

ChapterThirty-Seven

Willa

I sat on the closed toilet lid, holding a pregnancy test in one hand, and a stress ball in the other, staring at the two pink lines laughing at me. I laughed back at it, then I cried.

“DAMIEN BLACKWOOD, GET IN HERE!” I shouted.

The bathroom door opened, and Damien stood in the doorway, shirtless, holding Daisy like a football. “Are you okay? Why are you screaming?”

I held up the test and cocked my head.

“Is that?—”

“You bet your billion-dollar ass.”

“Again?” The panic in his eyes was humorous.

I stood up and set the test stick on the counter. “Damien, we have a six-month-old who just started sleeping through the night. Life is returning to somewhat normal, whatever that even means, and I still have maternity pads in the bathroom drawer. I thought my uterus had a five-year lease.” I cocked my head. “Not an immediate re-rental!”

He stared at me momentarily during my hormonal meltdown and grinned like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Stop smiling,” I warned him.

“I’m sweating. It’s more like a panic glow.” His grin widened.

“My boobs are still trying to recover from their duty. We just let Sabrina, the night nurse, go. I finally lost all the baby weight I put on!” I left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom.

Damien set Daisy in the middle of the bed, walked over, and gripped my shoulders.

“Hey,” his low, incredibly sweet voice said. “We did this once. We can do it again. We’re pros now. We have already made all the mistakes, and we learned from them. This baby will be a breeze now that we know what we’re doing. We’re just multiplying the chaos. No big deal. We’ve got this.”

“We’re going to have two children under the age of two,” I whined.

“Think of how beautiful our family of four will be.” He pulled me into him. “And also, you’re legally required to blame all of this on me. So, go ahead. Let it all out.”

I broke our embrace and shoved his shoulder. “This is YOUR fault! You and your smug little post-bedtime eyebrow seducing raises.”

“I always knew the eyebrow was a powerful thing.” He smirked.

I managed a laugh and buried my face in his chest. “Oh God. What if it’s twins?”

I felt his body tighten. “Don’t joke, Willa. Do twins run in your family?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

Suddenly, his body loosened. “Then we don’t have to worry. But maybe you should call your mom and ask.”

“No. Then she’ll want to visit again. And I can’t deal with her right now.”

Daisy let out a cheerful screech. She was full-on smiling in the middle of the bed.

“See. Daisy is happy to have a sibling. She’s going to be an amazing big sister,” Damien said. “I love you, sweetheart, and I’m ecstatic we’re having another baby.”

“Okay. But I swear to God. If you say, ‘we’ve got this’ one more time, I’m throwing a pregnancy pillow at your face.”

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