for her. I figure bedroom, office, Chloe’s room. Unless I knock you up, of course. Then we’ll probably need a nursery.” I widen my eyes and look around to make sure no one overheard, then glare at him. “Really? At a church function?” Carter smirks. “Hey, you were doing it in my kitchen with my parents in the next room.” “I was trying to scare you straight; you’re just bein’ a troublemaker.” “No, I’m being a problem-solver,” he offers back, lightly. “If I knock you up, we already have to accommodate one kid. We could probably just have Chloe move to New York with us, wouldn’t be much added
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