“The thought of you having my baby actually makes me really horny.” I coughed and then choked and then laughed. His hands framed my face, making sure he found my gaze before adding, “And really happy.” “Me too.” A sudden rush of tears filled my eyes. “I love you, Sydney.” “Fact?” I always asked now; it was our own little joke. His dimples pressed into his cheeks. “Fact.”
