I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“If the baby isn’t mine,” he starts, and my heart stutters strangely in my chest. Not only do I not want a baby period, but I also don’t like the way he’s talking, as if this is it, as if our chances of being together rest on some stupid fucking DNA test. “Then I want a baby of my own next. That’s my ask.”

Two people don’t have to agree on every fucking thing to get along. There’s more to all of us than just opinions; there’s an inner core to each person that, if we try hard enough, we can usually connect to. Even if they disagree. Even if their views don’t match ours. That’s me and Reba. That’s me and Grey. Our souls and hearts and personalities resonate. Our humanity resonates.