Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” Surprise tinged with hurt bloomed in my chest.
“That bad?” From what I remembered, our first meeting had been fairly standard. I’d said a total of two words to him. “No.” The word was a rough caress against my skin. “That good.”
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I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.”
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“I was right all those years ago,” she murmured. “You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.”
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“I don’t care. They could scream and cry all they want, and they’d still be like their mother.” I brushed her lips with mine. “Perfect.”
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“Does that mean you’re happy?” Stella asked hopefully when we broke apart.
My laugh was rough with emotion. “Of course I’m happy, sweetheart. How could I not be?”
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We were going to be parents. I was going to be a father, and I was going to see Stella swell with our child. A little boy, perhaps, with curls and brown skin. Or a little girl with her mother’s green eyes and sweet smile.
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Pregnant. Babies. Our baby.
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“I didn’t want to tell you in front of the others, but I also couldn’t wait anymore.” Stella’s voice lowered. “Christian, I’m pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant,” I repeated.
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“It’s been five minutes, Mrs. Harper,” Christian drawled. “Are you going to make your husband wait even longer for a kiss?”
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Even after three years of marriage, that smile never failed to make my heart flutter.