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“I just…wow. That’s… She’s incredible.” The words are full of awe, a giant of a man brought to his knees by the tiny little thing that will undoubtedly own his heart.
Jude was right to make his brother the godfather, even if I had to watch Montana pout when I broke the news to him.
“You’re going to have to keep the spoiling to a reasonable level,” I tease, making the nurse laugh, but Deacon shakes his head.
“Not a chance. Anything she wants. Vacations. Pets. Standing in line for the new release doll. I’m on it.”
“You can’t do that,” I gasp, my surprise turning to laughter. “Deacon, that’s ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously awesome. Plus, when she finally starts dating, her standards are gonna be so high, you won’t have to worry about her bringing home any losers.”
“You’ve thought about this, huh?” I ask as I wipe the gel from my belly and sit up.
“Kids aren’t really in my future,”—he pauses like he’s going to say something else but thinks better of it—“but when I found out about the baby, I don’t know. I just feel like it’s a gift to be able to be a part of this too.”
“Dammit, you’re makin’ me cry,” I lament, wiping at the tears rolling down my cheeks. I’ll be so relieved when the mention of something sweet or thoughtful doesn’t have me turning into a hormonal mess.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, reaching over and snagging the box of tissues from the counter, but that only makes me cry harder.
“Quit it. My hormones can’t take any more.”
“Well then, you’re not gonna want to see the matching pajamas I got for the baby and Dez,” he announces proudly and I narrow my eyes.
“Out. Get out before I need the rest of this box.”
“Fine,” he says, drawing the word out, “but is it time for lunch now?”
“Sure. Now let’s go, before I make you walk back through the gauntlet of pregnant women all by yourself.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he taunts but I don’t respond, giving him my best faux innocent look before walking out the door.
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JUDE
DEACON: Those girls are brutal
JUDE: What girls?
DEACON: Arden’s friends
DEACON: They rejected almost all my ideas for the shower
JUDE: You had ideas for the shower?
DEACON: Why are you surprised by that?
JUDE: There’s not enough time to answer that
DEACON: I have good ideas
JUDE: I know
DEACON: The little one that makes the lotions is scary
JUDE: Bea? I don’t think that’s right—are you sure it’s not Nessa?
DEACON: Pretty sure
