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Enrico opens my door and I get in. He walks around to the driver’s side and slides in beside me.

“We’re going to be parents?” He smirks as he starts the car.

I hunch my shoulders up. He looks over and we smile goofily at each other.

No matter what else is going on in our lives at the moment, this right here is all that matters.

I can’t believe this is happening.

“I love you.” He kisses me softly and I melt into him. I can whine all I want about things that go bump in the night, but I could never whine about him.

He is perfect.

“Can we go out to lunch to officially celebrate?” I ask.

“I’d rather go home and celebrate.” He kisses me again.

I know this kiss; it’s an emotion overload kiss. The type he gives me when we have to be close.

“Lunch first.” I smile. He exhales heavily.

“Everyone’s looking at us.”

“Who cares? I’m having a baby. I’ll do whatever I fucking like.”

He forces himself to refocus. “Lunch… then the afternoon in bed.”

“I’m not quite sure that pregnant women spend the afternoon in bed doing rude things, Mr. Ferrara.”

He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time. “Mine does.”

He pulls out into the traffic and we drive for a while. “We will have to bring the wedding forward.”

My eyes flick over to him in question.

“I don’t want anyone to know until we are married. I don’t want them to think this is a shotgun wedding.”

“Okay.” I think for a moment. “I wish it happened a little later. I know the timing isn’t that great.”

He gives me a heart-stopping smile. “A child is a gift whenever it arrives.”

I smile over at my gorgeous man; how did I get so lucky? “Thank you for being amazing.”

“Thank you for being mine.”

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Enrico raises his wineglass with mine. “To us.”

“To us.” I smile. “Although a toast with mineral water doesn’t seem to pull the same punch.”

He chuckles. “Get used to it.”

My phone buzzes on the table. “Hello,” I answer.

“Hello, darling,” Giorgio sings.

“Oh, hi.” I cringe. “I’m so sorry I had today off. I… I had to go to the doctor.”