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“You’re carrying my Josephine. That’s not exactly freeloading.” My Josephine.
My Josephine. Two words and he made it real. He made it special. He made it so I wasn’t doing this alone.
Babe. Baby. Honey. Beautiful. Sweetheart. Jax didn’t use a single endearment. He used them all. He seemed to tailor them to his mood. Babe, for the normal moments when we were just talking. Honey, when he wanted to be sweet. Baby, when we were in his bed.
“Tell me a secret,” I said. I expected her to say I love you, just like she always did these days when I asked for a secret. Instead, the corner of her delicious mouth turned up. And she whispered into my ear. “I’m pregnant.”















































