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Before she can finish, I reach over and haul her out of her seat, tugging her into my lap. She sprawls against me, her arms going around my neck, her thighs straddling mine, a confused expression on her face. I look up at her…and then I crush her against me in a tight, relieved hug. I bury my face against her neck and hold her tight. My mate. My keffing beautiful, perfect mate.
I swing my head wide, so I don't jab her in the face. I don't let go of her, though. I don't think I'll ever let go. I keep her tight on my lap, running my hands up and down her body. She's pregnant. My mate is pregnant with my baby. I stare down at her belly. It's always been rounded, which I love. I know it's too early to see evidence of our child, but I look anyhow. Just because. "Jade."
Startled, I meet her eyes again. "No. Don't get rid of it." I put my hand to her stomach. "Please."
could tell her that I'm utterly flummoxed, but in the best way. That I'm amazed that we've made a child between us. And that child will be incredible. It'll have her smarts (hopefully) and my…well, it'd probably be better if the baby was mostly Jade. She's smart and strong and proud and brave. We're going to have a family. A few years from now, I'll be able to hold my son or daughter in my arms. I'll be able to raise him or her just as we raised Zoey, and just as my father raised us.
But I don't know how to sum all those things up. I don't know how to tell Jade how overwhelmed this makes me, or how much bigger my emotions feel at this moment. How I don't think I've ever been so happy, and yet it feels like more than that. A thousand times more.
Jade's expression softens. She reaches up and brushes a bit of dampness off my face. "Just tell me that you love me." "I love you," I manage hoarsely around the keffing knot in my keffing throat. "So much." "Are you happy?" Her voice is soft. I nod.
I touch her stomach again. I can't stop touching it. I wonder how long it'll be before I'll be able to feel the little guy—or girl—in there. "We'll make room on the Little Sister. You're not leaving my side."
