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“Mmm-mmm.”

“And what would that be exactly?”

“I’m not sure. It depends on the person and the situation.”

At that, she drops her serious façade and laughs. “I’m sure it does.”

She takes a wobbly step in my direction, and I hold out my hand. Maybe throwing all of these pillows on the floor around us wasn’t the safest idea. She gives me her full plate, and I put it on one of the pillows on the other side of her.

One second, she’s tiptoeing over the pillows, the next second, she’s falling . . . right toward me. My reflexes kick in, and I reach up to catch her mid-fall. She lands straight on me, or rather, on my lap, with her legs to one side.

“You okay?” My hands are still on her upper arms, keeping her from falling over.

Her hair is covering her face, but I can make out the nod. I can also feel her shoulders shaking.

A lump forms in my throat at the movement. The baby. “Shit. Did you get hurt?”

This time, she shakes her head, and the first bout of giggles escapes her. Apparently, once that dam is broken, she’s letting it all out. Peering upward, I let out a loud breath. Then I brush the hair away from her face, stifling my own chuckle when I see tears of laughter in her eyes.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

I move my hands from her arms over her shoulders and up her neck until I cup her cheeks.

I’m not sure who moves first, but one second, the amusement on her face switches to something else entirely, something much hotter, and the next second, she’s on my lap, and I’m trying to pull her even closer with my hands on her ass.


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