Page 77 of Stolen Dreams

“Didn’t know what love was before you,” he admits.“No idea, had no fucking clue what love was, and then you showed up, and I fought it.”He looks down.“It’s loving you that’s helped me be the father I am.”

“That’s a good fucking answer.”I smile through the tears.“I have something to tell you.Something that Sammy did that I didn’t know.”

His hands ball into fists.“That motherfucker,” he hisses out.

“Pretty much but—” I swallow.“He wanted me to have his babies.”His face pales.“No, he didn’t touch me like that.”He exhales a sigh of relief.“But he switched out my birth control,” I start saying, and his eyes go big, and his hand goes to his mouth.“I had no idea until today.”I can’t stop talking.“Doctor came out and said something about prenatal vitamins,” I tell him the story, and his ass falls to the couch, and then he springs up onto his feet.

“I have to go,” he says, running his hand through his hair.

“What?”I shriek.“Now?”I hold out my hands.“We’re kind of in the middle of something.”

“I have to go talk to your father.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“When I met him, I told him I was the one who was going to marry you.”

“You what?”I put my hands on my head.

“Now I really have to tell him.”He looks like he’s about to run out of the house.

“Emmett,” I snap.“I was kidnapped and stabbed,” I cry out, “and he cut off my hair.I just found out you love me, and that we’re going to have a baby, and you want to go talk to my father?”

“Shit, I should get a ring.”

“Oh my God,” I say and start for the door when he grabs my hand.

“Where are you going?”He pulls me to him.

“Away from you.”I stop talking when he wraps one arm around my waist and my palms settle on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under it.

“Never,” he says, looking at me.“I’ll never let you get away from me.”He bends his head.“I love you, Lilah.”

“Promise me you’ll tell me that every single day.”I tilt my head back.

“Promise you that a day will never go by when you don’t know how much I love you.How much I love our life.How much our children mean to me.”

“Kiss me, Emmett.”I smile as his smile matches mine.

“With fucking pleasure,” he says, bending and kissing my lips, making my heart so full it hurts for a whole other reason.

“Now, can we go and get Lucy, please?”I ask, and he pulls me to him, giving me the biggest hug he’s ever given me.

“Yeah, let’s go get our girl.”He kisses the top of my head, and we walk out of the house holding hands.He stops when we get down the steps as he places his hand over my stomach before bending his head.“I love you, little one”—he looks up at me—“and you too.”

ChapterForty-Four

EMMETT

“We’re going to have a baby,”

I hear the words again, and my eyes spring open.The room fills with the soft sunlight that is coming up.My body is cocooned around her, and my hand is on her stomach as she sleeps in my arms.For the first time since she left, I finally slept that night.The minute I lay down in the bed next to her, my body felt like it could relax, and relax it did.

I take a deep inhale of her before I slowly slip away from her so as not to wake her.l place the covers back on her, wanting to get back in bed with her.Instead, I turn and tiptoe out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I start the coffee before I walk over to Lucy’s room and push open the door, sticking my head inside.“Rise and shine,” I say, and she grumbles from under her covers.“Bacon or sausage?”

“Sausage.”She stretches, then looks at me.“Is Lilah still here?”

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