He drops the spatula, grabbing my biceps and pulling me a little closer. “Rosalie?” I look up into his emerald eyes, his concern and protective nature bleeding through. This man—who I kissed at eighteen, who I fell in love with because of his gentle heart, who I’ve grown beside for the last seven years of our life… who I love more every day. “I know we had a plan—” My voice breaks. “But… I’m pregnant again.” We’d planned to wait, to enjoy our time with Elsie and not add to our insanely hectic, though very happy, lives. Matt’s head tips back and he curses at the ceiling before grabbing me in a
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