“I think her name is Isabelle. We’ll call her Belle, keeping with the B tradition. Is that okay with you?” His smile could light up the night sky. “Yeah, baby. Yeah, that’s more than okay with me. Now, what kind of wedding do you want?” “Small. Just our families and closest friends.” “Shit, that’s not small, sugar.” I chuckle with him as he rests his forehead against mine. “I guess it’s not. Can we wait to do it until after the baby comes, so I can wear a pretty dress that isn’t a tent, and Belle can be there, too?” “Baby, you can have whatever you want. Always. But maybe we take care of the
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